The Petit Martini

Wed, 29 Nov 2006 07:33:31 GMT

Wow, if my vision's correct, it's been 2 years and 7 months since there's been any - any! - activity in this journal.

What's strange is that it feels relatively recent that I got on board livejournal, but I guess not. I think my first encounter was in ninth grade (when I was going through a pseudo-depressed phase, and decided xanga wasn't angsty enough - that is, the layout functions weren't flexible enough - to contain all my sorrow, blah, blah), and then subsequently I purged my entries several times. Although, you'll be surprised to know that they still exist in either pdf or Word form on my computer.

Maybe one of these days I'll dig them out for a good laugh.

So, since the last post, I've fallen in love, married, fallen out of love, divorced and aborted my first child. Actually, I've had two birthdays and my hair's thinned. I graduated from high school which is an extraordinary feat, because I thought I'd be stuck at BLS forever. But now that it's all over, I feel ... I feel as if I made a grave mistake in not truly appreciating my time there. No, I'm not being an apologist or erasing any earlier convictions that only masochists matriculate there, but simply realizing that my being so poised towards the future all the time diminished my experience. With high school behind me, I feel as if I never had "high school" in the very stereotypical sense of the word. Not that we all need a Saved by the Bell/Wonder Years experience, but I was so focused on the future, on getting somewhere ("anywhere but here!" was my strangled cry), that I truly didn't let myself have enough fun. My insurance was that fun lay with the future, that fun was to come, rewards later, work and obsession now.

Now that I'm here, the "future," I don't feel so relieved after all. How did I forget that college was still school?

But what college has done for me is made me reconsider what I really want. Because I don't have such a concrete goal I'm working towards - like college was an aim for me in high school - I'm throwing all caution to the wind and doing some real experimenting. I'll report back soon.

Such love,
Lisa

Sun, 04 Apr 2004 22:33:08 GMT

Alas, twinness, there is little promiscuity to be had in Exeter. There was, however, a hypnotist last night, who induced twenty seniors to give us some high-quality entertainment. I wonder if he was the same one who put Connie under a spell at BLS? This one convinced them that they were hot enough for the guys to all take off their shirts and made them forget their own names; when one guy got "pregnant," several accidentally hypnotized members of the audience actually ran out to get help. The best part was when they all thought they were drinking 100-proof alcohol - this kid ran over to his buddy and started frantically shaking him, and when the hypnotist asked what he was doing he goes "Make him stop! He's gonna get kicked out, it's his second offense!"

Either Yuqiao or her roommate is lying about the bf-in-NY business. I'm inclined to think it's the latter.

- Rolee

Wed, 24 Mar 2004 23:55:47 GMT

Welcome to the Petit Martini - the haven of all things scandalous and disreputable.

Today, the 25th of March, 2004 marks the beginning of a great era of jazz, booze, and promiscuous street sex. All hail!

Run by your charismatic hosts, Rolee and Lisa.