Bad Bad Girl, a Regular Juvinile Delinquent
Friday, August 29, 2003
  Today I don't have to work. YAY for me! I did have class though, Psychology, Drama, Linguistics, and Rhetoric. They were okay. Started early though. I think I should change the scheduling. I took early ones so I could have the rest of the day to myself, but what good is that when most of your friends aren't going to college and are asleep for 3 hours after your class is done? I really wanted to go get a sandwich or something. I just need to get out of this house, but I want a friend to come with me; it's just more fun that way. No sexy dreams last night, but I had a few great day dreams in my Rhetoric class. I finished the assignment early and had to keep myself amused. *Giggle* You can imagine what amuses me. Oh, and that water technique that I mentioned earlier? Yeah, it works. Very well, I might add... 
Thursday, August 28, 2003
  Today my ex tried calling me, but I didn't answer. He left a message. At first he was all sweet and nice and tried to sound like a sensitive guy, but by the end of the message he was a total ass hole. Apparently he got a little drunk last night and decided to call me at 4AM and left that sloppy message. Who cares? Anyway, I was listening to this radio show last night that deals with sexual problems (there were no good songs on so I wound up getting interested in that) and they told this girl who was having problems with having an orgasm to go lay in her bathtub under the faucet. She was instructed to turn on the faucet to a comfortable temperature and let the water run over her genitals. According to what they said, if it's a mental reaction to her partners and not a physical disorder, she'd be able to climax. Well, since I don't own a vibrator I figured maybe I'd try that. I haven't yet. I just got home from work, in fact. My damn supervisor was trying to tell me all about his sexual problems with his wife. "She doesn't ever want to do anything anymore. She's boring. I wish she were younger." What an ass. He's just going through a midlife crisis. I know my own *love interest* is quite a deal older than myself, but he isn't married and I doubt he's going through a midlife crisis. He hasn't done any of the things you would do. Besides, he's only in his 30's. He's still pretty young. He acts young too. And looks young. And when I say he acts young I don't mean he trys to, he is actually like that. I still wonder what I should wear. Maybe I should show off my legs in my new black skirt. It's really cute, it looks like leather. Or maybe I should reserve that for when I go out dancing with my friends. I mean, I don't want to look too slutty. Oh well, that's all for now. I think I'm going to go...take a bath....if you follow me. 
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
  I failed to menton I had a boyfriend. HAD a boyfriend. I've been going out with him for a few months, but didn't really like him all that much. He was boring and told me he loved me too soon and too often after the first time. When he told me, I changed the subject. After a while I just told him "yeah. Thanks." I couldn't tell him I loved him. He was a jerk anyway. He was always ordering me around, trying to get me to lose my friends and quit my job. What the fuck made him think he could order me around like that? I couldn't take it after a while, so I just ignored him for the past few weeks. I didn't answer his calls, I didn't visit him at work, nothing. One time he came to my house and rang the bell. I pretended I wasn't home. He banged on the door and yelled that he knew I was home because he saw my car, but I still pretended I wasn't home. I could have been out with friends in their car. That was probably why he wanted me to lose my friends, because it was harder for him to keep tabs on me. So today, earlier, I broke up with him. He told me it was my loss and that he was dating another woman anyway. Well, sounds to me like it was HER loss. That dumb bitch is gonna get the worst sex ever. He has a small penis and doesn't even try to compensate for it. I swear, I think my pinkie finger is bigger. Anyway, I was going to email that teacher that I liked, but he emailed me first! Right out of the blue, it seemed. All he wrote was "hey, just found a paper of yours and was wondering how you've been. It was the one about existentialism, may I use it as an example?" He always loved my writing. I probably come off as a sex fiend or a slut in my blog or in my IMs, but I have to admit, I'm very intellegent and more prudish than what some instances I mention might suggest. I graduated with honors, though online I'm much more relaxed and don't pay as much attention to spelling or other typographical errors. I told him I was fine and that he could feel free to use anything I had. I also informed him of my plans to visit the school, him in particular, next week. I also made brief mention of my break up, but only a small and light hearted comment. I forgot exactly what it was. Anyway, I was so excited i forgot all about ol' whatsizname and danced about my room for about 5 minutes after recieving it. Childish, I know, but I am a child, well, in a way. You know what I mean. Well now, if you'll excuse me, I really must go to bed and fantasize, if you know what I mean.  
  Last night I had a fabulously "naughty" dream. I dreamt that I went back to the school and went into the classroom that was once mine. Once there, I instantly stripped down and sat on the huge wooden desk at the front of the room. All I had on were my bra and panties. When my love interest came in, his eyes got really big and he asked me what I was doing there. It was like I was watching a movie. I told him I was lonely and the only person I needed to fix it was him. He came over and sat in the big red chair that was behind the desk and we began to fool around. He stopped halfway through to go lock the door, but left the windows open so that anyone on the second floor across the street could very easily see us. I knew it was dangerous but, for some reason, I didn't care about the risk. I just knew what we were doing felt wonderfully wrong. I did, however, hope like hell that the principal or another teacher wouldn't some by. He was starting to disrobe himself when my damn alarm went off, waking me in a frenzy. I was pissed. I didn't send him an email yet. Have'nt figured out what to say in it. I might just have to wait until I visit him. I wonder what I should wear? I kind of wish I could re enact the dream, but I know life doesn't happen in the same way dreams do. I hope I can continue the dream tonight. Maybe I should even go to bed early.... 
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
  Let me start out by saying that I once was a very innocent little girl. High school changed all of that. When I met him, I knew I was in trouble. Who could forget those eyes of his? And his whole personality just knocked me right off of my feet. I go to see him next week. School already started, but I figured I'd give him time to settle into a new school year before I came back. Being a teacher is hard work and besides, I need to get settled here at Name Withheld University. He and I used to flirt back and forth constantly, and though somewhere I feel like I know better, I can't help but wonder if he meant those things he would joke about with me. For me, there would be nothing more satisfying than to wrap my legs around his waist and... well, you can figure out the rest. Trouble was, we hardly were ever alone together. Someone would always burst in through the door the minute we even started to get closer. He would sometimes get very close to me, but I never knew if he did it for the reasons I wanted him to, or if it was just because he had to get something behind me. It's difficult to explain. I remember I used to put my hand dangerously high on his leg whenever I got the chance to sit next to him when he explained what he liked in my essays and what needed revision. He'd get all flustered and I'd pretend I did it without realizing that I did it at all. But sometimes i would get toungue tied around him. I know I blushed sometimes in class and giggled more than I normally would allow. He just made me feel so giddy and excited. I can't wait a whole week. Maybe I'll email him tonight or something... What should I say? "Hi, I'm of legal age now. Wanna play?" I think that might be a little straight forward. I'll think of something. All 4 now. 
Her name was Lola, she was a school girl...

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