Wir sind die Roboter
Yeah, so sitting here again, this amazing internet cafe. Some lady took my seat, the only place I can plug in my laptop, so Im stuck here on one of their Turkish computers. Very pissy.
The past days have been really cool. I began to hang out with another group of people, for the first group I was with just wasnt working out. I dont know, personality differences, you know the drill. So, now with this other group of people, including the girl im going to Athens with next week, and who I have a crush on. Oh drama, I know, but nothing will ever happen. Perhaps in another time and place, so dont get your hopes up, my dear readers.
Last night consisted of getting thrown out of this one guys apartment becasue I came in with two girls, one of which began to critize the owners speech, particuarily his use of nigger after every clause. Well, this man being unable to take any form of rebuttel, especially coming from a female, for millitary standards demand a one way abuse realationship, kicks us out without any ado, and with much alcohol accompaning decision. This man has done things similiar in the past, thus making Monday a time of compasion and apology, once he is informed of the previous nights escapades by his trustful, and more sober, conterpart. So, I assume this action taken last night is blurry at best, but propably lost in the lurid fantasy of Jegermeister wetdreams. I have been invited back by two seperate people, so who knows, right.
Tonights personal plan, however, involves me clubbing alone. Bring back all the other times, but what else can I do when bored and dissappionted with every one else's interests and decisions. I could stay with people and drink again, no, or go to a lame club and dance to american music, again no. I dont think people trust me for some reason, they all act very cowardly and apprehensive when I line out a plan. But the fault lays with me, with all my rantings about porn stores, drug adventures, and psychedelic times, what normal american boy or girl wouldnt be afraid of coming out on another possible whirlpool of hedonistic delights?
They all want to drink and fuck.
I want to take acid and dance.
The equation betrays asymetricies. Is that a word? it should be.
The past days have been really cool. I began to hang out with another group of people, for the first group I was with just wasnt working out. I dont know, personality differences, you know the drill. So, now with this other group of people, including the girl im going to Athens with next week, and who I have a crush on. Oh drama, I know, but nothing will ever happen. Perhaps in another time and place, so dont get your hopes up, my dear readers.
Last night consisted of getting thrown out of this one guys apartment becasue I came in with two girls, one of which began to critize the owners speech, particuarily his use of nigger after every clause. Well, this man being unable to take any form of rebuttel, especially coming from a female, for millitary standards demand a one way abuse realationship, kicks us out without any ado, and with much alcohol accompaning decision. This man has done things similiar in the past, thus making Monday a time of compasion and apology, once he is informed of the previous nights escapades by his trustful, and more sober, conterpart. So, I assume this action taken last night is blurry at best, but propably lost in the lurid fantasy of Jegermeister wetdreams. I have been invited back by two seperate people, so who knows, right.
Tonights personal plan, however, involves me clubbing alone. Bring back all the other times, but what else can I do when bored and dissappionted with every one else's interests and decisions. I could stay with people and drink again, no, or go to a lame club and dance to american music, again no. I dont think people trust me for some reason, they all act very cowardly and apprehensive when I line out a plan. But the fault lays with me, with all my rantings about porn stores, drug adventures, and psychedelic times, what normal american boy or girl wouldnt be afraid of coming out on another possible whirlpool of hedonistic delights?
They all want to drink and fuck.
I want to take acid and dance.
The equation betrays asymetricies. Is that a word? it should be.