well, its been an intersting couple of days, to say the least.
mungo got supa-drunk and freaked out on me and mic. we ended up calling the police and paramedics because he tried slitting his wrists with one of her razors. i guess living with the two of us will do that to a guy, though.
actually, we're not really sure WHY he drank what/like he did, and why the suicide act. mic said that he told her while in the thick of it that he wanted attention, and that "he didn't even love her", i think meaning the girl at maggie moo's. or michelle thinks thats what he meant.
he also apologized about a thousand times for that fact that i have a crush on him, muttered something about being too...oh, what was the word...gross or icky or oogy to be my boyfreind. i'm not exactly sure what that means, but whatever. i'm hoping a lot of what he said last night was the red wine talking.
regardless, the night was pretty scary. he was running around with scissors (and i think a knife or corkscrew or something) trying to cut off a mole -- i tried taking them from him and got scratched -- totally nothing big, but i was so insanley scared while it was happening. he was rocking the drunk strength, and is alot bigger and straonger than me anyway. i just kept having this image of him stabbing me accidentally. i even said to him a couple of times: "Do you want mac to be without his mother?" trying to coax the things away from him (thinking though he may not have nay regard for himself, that he probably wouldnt REALLY want to hurt me). but in his stupor, he was convinved he had things under control, hence the wrestling away of pointy objects.
so basically, to make a long story short, this house has turned into the live action version of kindred. drunken rants, police, paramedics, attempted suicides....
but today things evened out a lot. its funny, because in a weird way im actually glad last night happened. i mean, not for mungo, cause he was REALLY sick and REALLY could have hurt himself, but the intensity of the situation really put things in the apartment into perspective. for me at least, it seems like some of the tension has dissapated.
and i have no idea where that leaves things with me and mungo. he said a lot of stuff last night, most of which i had no idea how to read so i decided not to read into it at all. its pretty clear hes not ready for anything other than freindship, which is fine. i guess i alreday knew that and should have dropped this months ago. i told him we should talk if things "changed" but im not really sure if there's any point. i mean, there's nothing going on and i don't want him to feel like im giving him an ultimatim -- date me now or never date me. so ive decided just to let it be. like i said, the tension in the house has fallen to tolerable levels and i dont want to do anything to spark it all up again. so.... i guess thats that. as i said before, better to just let it go.
and dude, her IQ is SO not 157. thats almost 30 points higher than mine, and over 20 more than john's....im sorry, but a difference like that would be more noticable. seriously, 30 points is the difference between average and techincal genius. so 157 would make her almost a super genius.... only one in every 5,000 people have IQ's that high. that's like a propability of .1 percent, and would put her on the same level as Lincoln, Jefferson and Copernicus. And, um.... no. But, whatever.