Cont'd 3 9/6/2001
We got slightly lost going to Seth's party. We ran into two of the older girls who go to Hillel. Apparently, they heard what had went on between Linda and Jay. Everyone's making it out to be more than what is was. He was holding her hand. Period. But everyone's like, "Oh, Linda, we heard what Jay did to you. That's so wrong." Dude, what did he DO? Anyway, we arrived a little early. Seth is a sophomore and is affiliated with on of the Jewish fraternities. He's really nice actually. I could see already that he was totally into Linda and I really am happy for her...but its a bittersweet happiness, you know? She was standing by a snack table at a Hillel picnic and he just walked up to her and started talking.
Anyway, the party wasn't bad. I had a beer and three extremely strong jello shots and I didn't even get buzzed. Don't get me wrong, I may be a manic depressive, but I'm not an alcoholic. I just needed a little something to take the edge off. Linda's pretty funny; she got rocked off of one beer.
We met up with four seniors; two girls and two guys. Both guys were more than a little buzzed. The skinny, tall white guy was just acting weird. He was twirling around the pole in the basement. Pretty freaky. The two girls were nice though. The other guy, some really short guy named LoJax, was whispering to his drunk friend and pointing to me. I think he liked me. He asked me my name at least two or three times. He was sketchy though. I wasn't bothered by the fact that he was 5'3" or even the fact that his name was LoJax...it was just something about him I didn't like so I kinda just moved away.
We met this extremely hot Jewish guy named David. (I'm meeting so many Jewish guys up here...). He's in the Newhouse Communications School...who isn't up here? Anywhere else, if I said I was a biology major, people would be impressed. At Syracuse, no one gets impressed unless you're in the Communications school. Not that I'm bitter...Just kidding. Anyway, so David had more in common with Linda than he did with me, and that's cool. But my sister is an English major and her boyfriend majored in Engineering and they have plenty to say to each other. So maybe it was just me. Linda got his number, but to my knowledge, he never called her.
We met up with Jay and Josh. Jay was mentioned earlier, Josh is his roommate. I dislike him, even though he's never really been rude to me. He's really tall, probably over six feet and has to be cracking three hundred pounds. Don't get me wrong--that's not what I don't like about him. He's obsessively crude and he's a slob. His sideburns are in desperate need of a shave, his shirts are always dirty, and I'm not too sure that he showers every day. Anyway, so I was talking to Jay for a bit. Linda had just informed me that Seth had asked her to stay for "after hours." Basically, each frat boy asks a girl or a friend to stay for an exclusive party of making out (or other activities) or finishing off the best alcohol in the house. Seth was vague about the alcohol...all I know is that its better than the beer they served everyone else. Anyway, I didn't know how to get home and I REALLY didn't want to walk home by myself so I asked Jay to walk me home. He said fine and I felt better.
Jay disappeared to the other side of the room and was getting very affectionate with some girls. Player. Anyway, Josh stuck around. Joy. He told us that he was hanging out with this girl the other night. He asked her, "Do you wanna just go up to my room and fuck? My roommates aren't there." He couldn't understand why she said no. His explanation was, "Everyone knows what the opposite sex wants and instead of beating around the bush, I just got to the point." Good job Josh...which is why you got rejected.
Then he has the nerve to ask me, "So Artist...I can't find my friends anywhere...wanna go upstairs and talk?" First off, I may be a manic depressive, but I'm not stupid. No one goes upstairs at this party "to talk." And secondly, hell's no. I gave hima really weak excuse. "Well Josh, I'd rather stay here with Linda because she's drunk and I want to watch over her." He repeated what I said and shook his head and left.
LoJax returned a few minutes later and asked, "So your name is Artist right?" for the tenth time. God, get me out of here. I have a choice between Josh the disgusting slob and LoJax, the weirdo midget. And people wonder why I have a low self-confidence...
Jay came back and told me that he was staying for after hours with some girl at the party. I sure as hell wasn't walking back alone in the dark with Josh, so I went up to the bathroom to clear my head before I left the party. When I got in line, one of the older girls says, "That boy you just cut was next in line. Sorry babe." I moved back without a word. Next to me, I see some gorgeous guy hitting on a girl named Ingrid. I don't know why, but I just snapped. I left the line and jogged out of the house.
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