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Sarah. 20. Sophomore at UC Santa Cruz. Art History major. Democrat. Sagittarius. Likes Ewan McGregor, Lord of the Rings, Coldplay, baseball, pirates, pina coladas, and getting caught in the rain. Dislikes the Bush Junta, Dirty Dancing, intolerance, getting up early, and public speaking. More? AIM?


Listening: The Nails - 88 Lines About 44 Women
Reading: David Sedaris - Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim
Quoting: "I don't think people die. I think they just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol

Guess Who's Back
December 05, 2004 @ 9:35 p.m.

Wow. I haven't looked at this thing in months.
I sort of miss it. Livejournal is cool and all, but this was where it all originally began, so I do have a loyalty to this place. That, and I don't want this diary to be erased forever and ever, so hence, AN ENTRY!
Plus, I have crap to write about, so there.
So last night was weird. Fun, but weird. I spent a lot of time with a guy I wouldn't ordinarily spend time with. Hell, I didn't even like this guy until last summer. He just represents everything I left RC to escape. He drives a big truck. He spends too much time partying and surfing. He's a Republican for crying out loud.
And yet... and yet...
He could have taken advantage of me while I was under the influence. Hell, I was practically inviting him. But he didn't.
Because he is a gentleman? Or because he doesn't find me attractive?
It can't be the latter. We were play flirting all night. Innuendo and double entendres and everything. Plus, I am a hot piece of ass.
I am confused.
But for once, in a good way.

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