Preppy is the New Hipster

I should write a fucking cookbook. I am in the process of writing two recipes for disaster. The first one is uninteresting, and about my dissertation and how I'm not working on it. Whatevs, I could care less at this point in time. I want a beer. Okay hold on, I'm getting one. AHH. This Becks is sure to help my inability to write about military strategy, sure........

The packing of my social schedule seems to be the root of both of these recipes. Every night is booked up until next Thursday. F me. Tonight, museum exhibit at the Sommerset house; Friday, Blairzy in town visiting her me and BF.(its probably the other way around, but whatever); Saturday Kate's birthday at the Sanderson(place looks rad); Sunday, dinner at NOBU. Okay all of those are the easy ones. I can't believe I'm a poor student in London and get away with going to all of this fancy shit. It half amuses me and half bothers me. Anyway, that all will be fun and fine. Social anxiety is my cup of tea. Emotional anxiety is not, and with that we arrive at recipe #2
2nd Recipe for disaster.

Monday night-Date in the park with Gareth, who I love. He is wonderful. Very quiet, very sweet, but kind of an asshole and not a pushover at all. The first thing I told gareth is that he seemed half autistic. Of course he loved me instantly. He recently made me a mix. I haven't listened to all of it. I was a bit put off by the first song being burning down the house. Come on Gareth can't you try a little harder. Gareth is moving out of london to get a masters in computer science, which I call computer camp. I probably wont see him. I cant imagine going to Bristol, I don't even know where that is. Gareth is lovely, and breaks my heart in the good way I like. I can't imagine us not sleeping together, bc that is just how we roll, but the problem is, is that I have a date the next day with Richard.

Oh Richard. Richard Winstanley is a total babe. Perfect physically-slightly on the short side, which I love. He used to be in the Navy, I think he is a secret hipster, but also sporty, he cycles into work, he just got back from a surfing vacation in Biarritz. Lucky boy, I really want to do a surfing camp, shocking I know. Well we are playing squash together on Tuesday night. I'm really excited. I SO fancy squash dates. I hope he throws me up against the wall and makes out with me while we are all sweaty. Ohh well see. British boys are a bit weird-emotionally and physically (uncircumscized). NOT MY THING.

So I guess I'm not sure if I am stressed about all of this socializing is that by the time the squash date rolls around, I will be emotionally exhausted and too distracted to work on my disseration, so if I simply wont be able to work on my disseration at all. What do you think?