21st October, 2007
This Was A Little Relaxing
I went to bed rather late last night. As I mentioned earlier, I was cleaning up my makeup stash. I organized and separated all the eye shadows, face makeup, lip makeup, and eye makeup into four different makeup bags. Then I proceeded onto tidying up the other two drawers I had as well. I finished around three in the morning, but I stayed up for something I can’t remember.
Then as soon as I was heading to bed, my roommate, SS, comes home from a party. This time, she brought a guest. I normally don’t care about guests as long as they aren’t bugging me or ruining shit. Well, he ruined something. My silence. Well, he indirectly ruined it. SS wasn’t exactly the quietest little bee this morning and I felt so uncomfortable sitting there, trying to read the story about Atalanta and having to hear that stuff.
Anyway, as much as I hate confrontation, I decided that this was an issue I needed to bring up with her because it’s not pleasant for me to hear it. MK, my other roommate, doesn’t have that issue, lucky her, since she goes home on the weekends and that’s when SS usually has a guest. So as nervous as I was, I approached SS and asked that if the next time she had a guest over, if she could just keep the noise down since I felt quite uncomfortable. Seriously people, discretion.
After that, I got my laundry done since I was running low on clean panties. I decided to treat myself yet again today and I decided to get a massage. The university gym has massage therapists and the rates were either $1/min or less, so I figured it was worth looking into. Now, not knowing which technique worked best for me, I just told him that I really didn’t know what I wanted. I was only supposed to be in there for half an hour, but I guess he didn’t know it because he had let the session last for an hour. Sweet. Now I had undressed, but left panties on (and not cute looking ones either damn it) not knowing that he was going to do a full body. That was weird for me. I know nothing would have happened with the therapist, but I mean, seriously, who wants to see not-cute panties? I don’t. I know I have them and sometimes I wear them and sometimes people (like boyfriends) see them because I know that my panty collection isn’t going to drive them away, but I’d rather not wear non-cute panties for the first impression, you know?
Back to the story, he used oil and proceeded to massage. I had learned after asking him that his technique was the Swedish massage and I’ve decided that it just doesn’t do it for me. It’s nice and all, but what I was looking for was one of those oh-my-god-that-feels-so-good massages. To say the least, I think I’ve had people give me better shoulder rubs than that. I wouldn’t say it was a bad session, but I would say that the Swedish does not do it for me. Time to find another technique, right?
The rest of my night will probably consist of reading and procrastinating since SB won’t be coming over. Sure, there’s the slight possibility I suppose, but I’m going to assume that when he’s done with work in an hour, he’ll be too tired to do anything else except shower and sleep while I sit here listening to old Backstreet Boys albums. Yes, I said Backstreet Boys.
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