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A Week Of Strange Occurances.

2008-02-29

Since things have certainly changed around here the last week, and the root cause isn't hard to pinpoint- it's because my girlfriend has a broken leg. Trust me that I'm not blaming her for any of this; it's not like she chose to shatter her right leg in two places to inconvenience anyone or ‘shake things up' -that's just what ended up happening. I guess I should start with the fact that, for obvious reasons, and not so obvious reasons, Emm has hardly left Donnie's place for the last week.

The obvious reason is that she broke her damn leg-so walking around hasn't exactly been on her list of priorities the week after. The less obvious is that she's been a little gloomy lately, and combined with her being either slightly sedated from her painkillers or in pain, doesn't exactly make you want you to socialize.

The second thing, which kinda neatly dovetails with the first, is that because she hasn't been going out much, I've taken up the job of attending her classes and taking notes for her. It's just like being back at college without all the fun stuff like smoking dope, keggers and drunken one night stands. Luckily for her I've always been able to take famously meticulous notes, always have, always will. She was stunned when she saw what I came back with that first day, and likened it to me handing her a handwritten essay.

O.K we've dealt with the big stuff, let's turn to the miscellanea of oddities we've seen.

(Wow. I've just reread that, and wow! See what happens when I attend lectures? I end up writing like I'm giving one. This happened all the time in college too.)

Continuing on...

The most unsettling thing is the moping behavior. I've never really seen this side of her to tell you the truth. I don't really care for t much either. The thought has crossed my mind that this isn't the same girl I fell for.  No I'm not going to break up with her over it, you'd have to be a special kind of callous to dump someone when they have a broken limb; I know people who would (no names) but I'm not one of them.

Sex is pretty much out of the window for at least four weeks. Not to sound too self-hedonistic, but this kinda bites. It's sorta funny how when you're not having sex you can go forever without craving it, but as soon as you start ‘getting' some' frequently , suddenly going without is liking coming off heroin. I've got used to having sex with her, and the rude interruption of this, and the reintroduction to self-pleasure is a bit of a downer...but maybe I've said too much.

On Wednesday she decided she wanted to be a brunette. This is actually what she said; ‘I've decided I want to be a brunette.' This happened when I was finishing up my latest Hillary Clinton hatchet job , and I looked up from my laptop with one of those classic Bud Bundy ‘has everyone lost their mind'  looks of bewilderment. I don't exactly get why she felt she needed to tell me this, after all what was I going to do, say no? Besides a woman's hair and what she does with it is her own business. Personally I was slightly skeptical of this idea; because I was doubtful it would suit her. Besides she wouldn't be my ‘summer blonde' anymore (O.K so I'm selfish -sue me).                                                                                     So she rang up Michelle and the girl-whose-name-I-still-can't-remember-but-my-brother-has a crush-on, and they proceeded to try and dye her hair in the upstairs bathtub without getting her cast wet. It was strangely compelling watching to watch the two girls propping her on the edge of the bath while rinsing and dyeing. It was like watching an adult baptism.

I was wrong; she actually looks pretty good as a brunette. It was a little unnerving at first though, like seeing pictures of Marilyn Monroe as a brunette, but it did suit her. Plus this new look actually cheered her up a bit, so that's all good. In fact it raised her spirits so much that by the next day she was surfing the net (does anyone still say that apart from Bill O'Reilly?) and found the blog entry I made last Saturday, about the day she broke her leg, and went ballistic about me ‘sharing personal information' about her online. We got into a mini-screaming match about it. I of course countered that that post was almost entirely about me, and my reaction, and had fuck all about her in it, but any reasonable discussion was hopeless. Just wait until she finds this entry, then she'll really be able to say I'm saying things about her online...on second thoughts, uh-oh.      

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