Way too many September birthdays...
The Birthday Party (Mmmmm... Nick Cave...)
First off, my birthday get-together was a lot of fun. We stuffed our faces and goofed around until about 2:30. Kimmie and Joe helped me clean up, then Joe drove me down to the old city to meet up again with Gaute, Jimmy, and HJ, who will from now on be referred to as The Boys. We met some people at the Pilot Light and they invited us back to their place. I was so drunk I was talking half german and whatever made sense at the time. One girl found out it was my birthday weekend and gave me flowers. I met a guy named Andy and he held my hand. They sure seemed like swell people. The conclusion came at 7 am when I tumbled down the stairs and crawled into my bed.
Saturday was recouping day. Went to Karla's birthday party at the ballroom, then witnessed Junkie's "Briar's Roast" unbirthday surprise party, then hung out a few hours for the regular club night. The NOLA people never showed up and I haven't heard from them since. I made up with an old friend and hopefully can redevelop that friendship, but letting go of hard feelings was a release. There's just so much negativity going on I don't want to hold on to it. Thanks to Melissa, Karla (my asshole partner in crime) and Shawn for being wonderful fucking women. And to Mindy for the birthday card. That was sugary sweet.
Sunday was just... not something I want to talk about. Monday was better, but frustrating. As of midnight today (Tuesday) it is my birthday. I wish I felt happier but I just feel like sleeping it away.
Love Stuff
Not much going on in this area. I wonder if I'm too picky or not picky enough... or maybe not looking in the right places. I've been broadening my horizons lately and dabbling in extra curricular affairs and events, but I've only met two or three interesting people.
*edit* That sucks, but oh well. You never know what will happen, but hope for the best. He's one of the coolest people I've come across in a while.
I still have all the wonderful friends a person could ask for. I wish I had more "hang out" friends though. I think that's why I feel so alone all the time. I know I have all these amazing people I could talk to and who are always there for me, but I don't have many I can call up and just be like "hey let's go party". That's something I had an abundance of last summer. Don't mistake me for complaining though... I'm just being pensive.
I'm so worn out. Leave me some love okay?
First off, my birthday get-together was a lot of fun. We stuffed our faces and goofed around until about 2:30. Kimmie and Joe helped me clean up, then Joe drove me down to the old city to meet up again with Gaute, Jimmy, and HJ, who will from now on be referred to as The Boys. We met some people at the Pilot Light and they invited us back to their place. I was so drunk I was talking half german and whatever made sense at the time. One girl found out it was my birthday weekend and gave me flowers. I met a guy named Andy and he held my hand. They sure seemed like swell people. The conclusion came at 7 am when I tumbled down the stairs and crawled into my bed.
Saturday was recouping day. Went to Karla's birthday party at the ballroom, then witnessed Junkie's "Briar's Roast" unbirthday surprise party, then hung out a few hours for the regular club night. The NOLA people never showed up and I haven't heard from them since. I made up with an old friend and hopefully can redevelop that friendship, but letting go of hard feelings was a release. There's just so much negativity going on I don't want to hold on to it. Thanks to Melissa, Karla (my asshole partner in crime) and Shawn for being wonderful fucking women. And to Mindy for the birthday card. That was sugary sweet.
Sunday was just... not something I want to talk about. Monday was better, but frustrating. As of midnight today (Tuesday) it is my birthday. I wish I felt happier but I just feel like sleeping it away.
Love Stuff
Not much going on in this area. I wonder if I'm too picky or not picky enough... or maybe not looking in the right places. I've been broadening my horizons lately and dabbling in extra curricular affairs and events, but I've only met two or three interesting people.
*edit* That sucks, but oh well. You never know what will happen, but hope for the best. He's one of the coolest people I've come across in a while.
I still have all the wonderful friends a person could ask for. I wish I had more "hang out" friends though. I think that's why I feel so alone all the time. I know I have all these amazing people I could talk to and who are always there for me, but I don't have many I can call up and just be like "hey let's go party". That's something I had an abundance of last summer. Don't mistake me for complaining though... I'm just being pensive.
I'm so worn out. Leave me some love okay?