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i've never been as consistently drunk for a period of days as i was this weekend. actually, for the greater part of it, i was to the point where i was trashed. it has been fun, and kind of nice to have an excuse to let loose and make an ass of myself, but i'm done for at least a couple of weeks. i will miss everyone here, but next weekend should be full of making new friends and homecoming festivities.
i had some really great conversations and have felt extremely intelligent despite my intoxication. i came close to outsmarting a dude who thinks he owns the world, and made another dude ponder a subject he thought he knew everything about. and i once again ran into mr. high school crush, who i believe has smoked himself to a point beyond psychoanalysis, which is quite annoying, because i'm really getting good at this shit. and then he-who-should-not-be-named-for-at-least-awhile called and once we got past a rocky beginning, i detected a sign of weakness in his so-called happy new life.
i also managed to booty dance with everyone from a guy dressed up like okgo, to a big giant hick dude, who, by the way, i am totally in love with. he has totally impressed me this weekend with everything from the cleanliness of his room, to his knowledge of guitar and music, to his responsibility and maturity, to his fucking b-o-d-y. god knows that's what i need right now. too bad he seems to show very little interest, but part of me feels that nothing will ever happen with any guy in daytona, just because i'm like everyone's fucking sister.
so, that brings me to the point where i am going to stop trying in all of those aspects of my life, focus on my goals, and let things pan out. it's just so exhausting to keep trying.
i had some really great conversations and have felt extremely intelligent despite my intoxication. i came close to outsmarting a dude who thinks he owns the world, and made another dude ponder a subject he thought he knew everything about. and i once again ran into mr. high school crush, who i believe has smoked himself to a point beyond psychoanalysis, which is quite annoying, because i'm really getting good at this shit. and then he-who-should-not-be-named-for-at-least-awhile called and once we got past a rocky beginning, i detected a sign of weakness in his so-called happy new life.
i also managed to booty dance with everyone from a guy dressed up like okgo, to a big giant hick dude, who, by the way, i am totally in love with. he has totally impressed me this weekend with everything from the cleanliness of his room, to his knowledge of guitar and music, to his responsibility and maturity, to his fucking b-o-d-y. god knows that's what i need right now. too bad he seems to show very little interest, but part of me feels that nothing will ever happen with any guy in daytona, just because i'm like everyone's fucking sister.
so, that brings me to the point where i am going to stop trying in all of those aspects of my life, focus on my goals, and let things pan out. it's just so exhausting to keep trying.