The Word on the Grapevine

Mare has become the topic of gossip on 8 Mac. But more about that later.

I skived off Stat on Thursday to have a nap, which didn't happen due to Arthur. He decided to come in and have a chat with me. For 2 hours. Now, I like Arthur. He's a nice guy once you get past the creepy factor. But I was really tired, and really regreted my lack of sleep later because I was up until two trying to get my damn essay written. I have three paragraphs.

Yesturday was just as productive. Rachel's alarm clock went off and I somehow thought it was mine and started spasming trying to turn it off until apparently Rabe told me to lie down. It was a very confusing time. We (Clare, Rabe, Mark and I) went to the Pigless Roast for choir, which turned out to be very awkward as it wall all the hard-cores there. We left after like, an hour or so. Then I went and partied with 8 Mac on 10 Mac, and then back on 8 Mac with Mark. I have to say, cheap drunk that I am, two coolers made me falling down dizzy. Yet I was completely clear-headed. All very strange.

Anywho, on the the reason why Mare is the topic of gossip. On Thursday, CJ's parents came up and dropped some stuff off in his room and then they went out for lunch, so when I came up it was just Mark and I. Mark figured CJ's parents wouldn't be coming back to the room, so we locked the door and whatnot. And then CJ and his dad came up a little while later and needed to get in. He asked if Mark was in there with me, and when Mark said ya, apparently his dad said summat about "pull your pants up quickly, boy". CJ, of course, ran out to tell the entire lounge after, in great detail. Thanks Ceeg. And then this morning after I had left Mark's to go to choir, apparently John was talking to Mark and was all "so word on the grapevine is you and Mary were goin at it pretty rough last night". Oh, super. Why does 8 Mac feel the need to gossip about my life? I don't get it. Don't they have better things to discuss? It's just not cool. Especially all the jokes and snickers. Not cool at all.

K, that's my rant of the day. Mare, over and out.