12 hours later
Thoughts on last night, and my drunken 4-in-the-morning post specifically:
So this morning I woke up around 9 o'clock. Here's what happened: First, I moved my head and went "aarrrg" when I discovered that I was slightly hungover. Then I remembered her saying "undateable" and I went "AAARRRGG" and clenched my fist. Because of my seven bloodied knuckles suddenly being exercised I went "OOHHHHH GODDDD ARRRRRRG" and passed out for four more hours.
I was a little surprised, upon a re-reading, at how strange my own thoughts sounded to me. Particularly passages where I say that I've fallen for a new girl so quickly, that she's perfect, that she's perfect for me, etc. To be honest, I don't really feel like any of that is quite true. She is definitely interesting and it's sort of an exciting feeling, but am I in love? Certainly not. I was a little taken aback by how much the drunken me wanted to marry her straight out of the gate. Note to self, don't go to Vegas with girls.
Also, I learned that this shade of self-pity doesn't look good on me. I was a little disappointed that drunken me chose to be so damn emo. Of COURSE she's being subtle, of COURSE there's messages between the lines, so don't go to pieces because of a comment. Lame.
Oh, and did I really tell the wide world of LJ the color and type of my date's panties? You stay classy, San Diego.
ALSO: NICE EDITING SKILLZ YO, I'M READY FOR MY PUBLISHING JOB OK? I'm like Jackie Chan in "Legend of Drunken Master". Except with, you know, words and grammar rules and stuff. HI-YAH!
So this morning I woke up around 9 o'clock. Here's what happened: First, I moved my head and went "aarrrg" when I discovered that I was slightly hungover. Then I remembered her saying "undateable" and I went "AAARRRGG" and clenched my fist. Because of my seven bloodied knuckles suddenly being exercised I went "OOHHHHH GODDDD ARRRRRRG" and passed out for four more hours.
I was a little surprised, upon a re-reading, at how strange my own thoughts sounded to me. Particularly passages where I say that I've fallen for a new girl so quickly, that she's perfect, that she's perfect for me, etc. To be honest, I don't really feel like any of that is quite true. She is definitely interesting and it's sort of an exciting feeling, but am I in love? Certainly not. I was a little taken aback by how much the drunken me wanted to marry her straight out of the gate. Note to self, don't go to Vegas with girls.
Also, I learned that this shade of self-pity doesn't look good on me. I was a little disappointed that drunken me chose to be so damn emo. Of COURSE she's being subtle, of COURSE there's messages between the lines, so don't go to pieces because of a comment. Lame.
Oh, and did I really tell the wide world of LJ the color and type of my date's panties? You stay classy, San Diego.
ALSO: NICE EDITING SKILLZ YO, I'M READY FOR MY PUBLISHING JOB OK? I'm like Jackie Chan in "Legend of Drunken Master". Except with, you know, words and grammar rules and stuff. HI-YAH!