Update

I know – I’ve been neglecting this for about two weeks now but things have been super busy, super crazy, and super out of control.

I think the best place to begin is March 5th, at my school’s screening of the best animation submissions from USC graduate and undergraduate students. It’s a nice, big fancy event where the faculty and students and some important otusiders come and view the screening at the DGA Theatre Complex. It’s quite an event.

So I got all dolled up in my pretty cocktail dress and favorite strappy 4 inch stilettos – for those who know me, it was my senior prom outfit – and showed those animating fools how well I clean up. Four animation girlfriends and I were standing around waiting for the show to begin when here enters:

Mushy John.

Who is Mushy John, and why do I call him this? Well, this fine fellow is the TA (or rather SA) who I dedicated an entire entry to complaining about because I was just that pissed off.  He will be referred to as Mushy John because has the distinct look and somewhat arrogant demeanor of a boy I knew in high school (and had two uncomfortable makeout sessions with) only he’s not nearly as thin and scrawny.  

Well he immediately rushed over to me, gave me this big hug as if we were old friends, and then turned to the other girls who were in my class and said, “Oh – other people.” Since when I became his favorite little chickadee in that class, I have no idea, but apparently I left some favorable impression.  Then he proceeded to flirt with me until the show started and we went about our separate ways.

Bunny hop over to Saturday night to me buying a bottle of wine and a rotisserie chicken at Ralph’s, looking fantastically haggard after a four hour nap.  The man bagged my goods and as I was exiting the store, the wine tore a hole through its plastic bag and the bottle shattered at my feet.  I was, naturally, thoroughly annoyed with the inconvience and my wet feet, and walked back into the store waving the faulty bag in the air.  As I was turning away from the assistant manager to go get my new bottle of wine, I was, for no particular reason, inspired to examine my ankle.  When I checked, I saw it was bleeding and my level of annoyance elevated to a simmer.  I sat on the side near the door to take my shoe and wet sock off when the spanish-speaking security guard saw my struggles and motioned that he would get the assisstant manager.  I inspected the wound, which was bleeding enough for me to be concerned,  and then looked over to see what was taking the guard so long.  He was shifting his weight awkwardly, looking forlorn as the assistant manager continued working the register, ignoring the fact that a customer was just injured in his store.  Eventually the employee who was sweeping up the glass came inside, saw me, and said “Oh! You got hurt?!” and when I said yes, he went to get the first aid supplies. 

Now I don’t know much about stores and their procedures in these kinds of situations but when you’re talking about glass and cuts and blood and customers, I would think you would want to call an ambulance and not have your workers trying to practice first aid on customers.  For all anyone knew, there was a juicy shard of glass stuck in my ankle that their bandaging up.  I’m thankful that at least that one employee was concerned, since the manager couldn’t be bothered, but honestly. 

But before he came with the bandages and peroxide, Mushy John and his fellow graduate animator come waltzing from the checkout and see me, barefoot, by the door.  They were both really nice and stayed with me through the whole ordeal.  The friend was particularly nice, as she offered to drive me home and picked out other shards of glass that were stuck in my shoe.  All this, of course, was made even better by my ex-girlfriend seeing me in this bloody and pathetic state and oh-so-cheerfully saying hello. 

So, skip my peaking anger at the assistant manager for not writing down any kind of incident report (because apparently it was my fault for not holding the bottle by the neck… even though they put it in a bag?).  Mushy John’s friend put my bike in the backseat of her SUV and I sat on Mushy’s lap for the drive to my apartment.  He then walked me to my door and we said goodnight. 

The next day I went to the animation building where the grad students have their cubicles and left Thank You notes for both Mushy and his animator friend, on which I left my cell phone number (I’m just so thoughtful aren’t I…)  Since then there have been a series of suggestive texts and conversations, but  I doubt anything beyond that will happen unless I get very desperate.  He’s kind of lame and too assuming.  As if a warm look from him will make me melt.  That kind of assuming.  I’m just not into that.

As far as the Molasses Boy situation goes, it seems that he is continually discovering new ways to turn me off.  The most prevelant way is that he seems to only have the confidence to make advances towards me when he’s either text messaging me or when he knows I’m inebriated.  Both of which I find wonderfully unappealing.  On the night of the animation screening, a bunch of animation kids came over to my apartment and well all got pretty drunk (except for him of course – because he doesn’t do that) and then he proceeded to put his arm around my waist several times and give me long gazes, to which I stared back blankly.  It wouldn’t have been so irritating if he had been flirtatious all night but it wasn’t until I’d had 3 or 4 beers in me that I felt his hand creeping around me.  Had he also been under the influence of alcohol, that would also have changed things, as that kind of openness is expected with alcohol.  Me, being drunk by that point, was much quicker to dismiss him and his assumption that it’d be easier for him to get me to put out if I was drunk.

And now?  Well, perhaps I will hang out with Molasses Boy while I’m on spring break (which is all week baby…) but he has a significant number of points to earn before I can even consider him in the running.  Tomorrow (Monday) I am starting a fruits and vegetables fast!  Monday throught Friday for the next month I plan on eating nothing but fruits and vegetables.  Why?  Lately, I’ve been eating nothing but shit and it’s been making me feel like nothing but shit.  I’ve been so tired and cranky and I think that has a lot to do with my diet.  SO, it should be a nice cleanse.  If anyone has any tips for me to curb my insatiable carb cravings (to give you a hint at the extent of it: I enjoy eating sliced bread with nothing on it… yes) I would be much obliged.

With Alotta Love,

zee zee cakes

Tags: alcohol, boys, cuts, drunk nights, relationships, supermarket