Today was not a good day, mostly due to girl troubles. It started in the morning, as I ran into Amy as I was walking around the ship. We hung out for a while, and she planned to come over at 5.
Then I had a production meeting for the Best of SeaTV. It was really frustrating, because a lot of my teammates wanted to include crap. In my mind, we’d put out maybe three good segments. I thought that the Best of SeaTV should just be those segments. Others disagreed, because they’re stupid.
After my SeaTV meeting I had a Global Studies project meeting. Thankfully, that was going right on schedule. We pretty much finished putting together the powerpoint, deciding to meet only once more before our presentation.
After the meeting, I typed up the completed lyrics to the rap Tolan and I had been working on. I decided to title it “Life as Ballerz.” Lyrically (which is more my domain), this was my favorite song we wrote. Tolan and I were both real proud of it. I also typed up the Ol’ Western, which we titled “The Ballad of Jedediah,” named after the song’s main character. I was really excited about this piece, too, but we still needed an ending.
I got back to my room shortly before 5, as I planned to meet Amy. But I waited. And I waited. And I waited. And she never showed. To be perfectly honest, it pissed me off. Strike one.
I saw her at dinner, and she apologized, saying she was busy with things to do. I honestly would not have minded if she cancelled, but I was upset that she blew me off. To make matters worse, a friend of hers came up and accused me of calling her a “slut.” When Amy and I had briefly hung out earlier, this same friend came up in conversation. Amy said that this girl “gets around.” Since I personally know three guys who slept with her on the ship, I agreed. Yet somehow I called her a slut, and for whatever reason Amy told her. Strike two.
After dinner we had our cultural preport for Brazil. I utilized the time by simultaneously doing research for independent travel. More importantly, though, Dr. Mort did not give out another Purell award. That made me the voyage’s lone recipient! SCORE!
After preport, I ran into Amy. I asked her to come over so we could talk. I told her that I was upset by her blowing me off and, more importantly, by her telling her friend that I thought she was a slut. I made it very clear that I did not want to have to censor myself around her. Shortly thereafter, obviously, we started making out. Damn beautiful women and their seductive nature! She didn’t even offer a genuine apology! She left a little while later, and I distinctly remember thinking that I needed to find a new girl, and fast. Strike three.
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