syrup. nude. unknown.

I truly believe that ignorance is bliss. But I can never stand to be ignorant. (I mean.......who can???) Im not referring to blossoming intellectually, enlightening yourself, stimulating your egg of a brain. Im talking about those embarrassing little moments that you want to live down (you dumb Fuck, I cant believe you did that), IM talking about something you didnt know (and someone later told you ---much to your scarring/deteriorating/shattering ego).

For instance ---> Lets say your BAC is a little higher than normal. Lets just say "for instance" youve been 'consuming' or should I say...pounding liquid love. Lets just "imagine" that youre not your normal self, not up to par, not all there, not building Rome today, not on top of your game etc. etc. And for some weird reason you decide to kiss this random boy that lives in your dorm (this is seriously an imaginary situation ---please dont think its not). You wake up the next morning, feeling like a shooting star, youre dancing around in your underwear, making yourself some coffee, slapping yourself on the back for the great night you just put down. THEN you start talking to people. (Wasnt last night fun???) (oh yeah...remember when you made out with that guy??) (NOOO.) You feel fine. You dont mind. Its all gooood.

But then. You see him. And normally your pea sized brain wouldnt acknowledge his presence. He would not make you avoid looking certain directions (just in case he is looking your way at the same awkward moment). The point is this: if you had not been reminded that you had swapped spit with this stranger, you most likely wouldnt over think every possible awkward thing you Could do in his presence.

HAHAHAHAHA. so this morning i was licking my finger (syrup was on it...perv) and i made eye contact with him. (licking finger, eye contact, we both just laughed) :)

THE REAL STORY BEHIND ALL THIS is:::this morning i was standing naked outside the shower (yes, ive done this before) and someone walked by and looked at me. (CREEP) But i didnt have my contacts in so i dont know who saw me. But obviously they know. And they'll feel awkward around me. (they did stare after all---cant blame em) Point is...even though it would be more awkward for me to know who saw me, I WANT to know.