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Tonite, i wasnt planning on going out...truly. So i am watching Clerks after ordering pizza. Good friend Amanda Barron comes in and tells me i have to go the the Summit. So therefore i have no choice.
I go, its a good time as usual. Learned lessons. Danced, didnt drink more the the equivilant of 1 shot, maybe less. Hereby determining, or at least testing the fact that i may be able to dance sober.
I think i can dance. maybe. I spent the majority of my evening being groped by Kristen, a girl on my floor. She was hysterical and belligerent. She can be a bitch, but tonite she was awesome. She was being felt up left and right, and i was sort of her safety. Fine by me, at least i wasnt being molested. At one point she grabbed my boob, i just laughed.
Danced with a black man for a very short while. He was a bit odd. and when i say a bit, i mean he was really fucking weird. At one point he leaned over and told me that the "myth of the black man is true." You take that for what its worth. I did. I only know one black man myth, and its what Jocelyns breath smells like. This was my cue to dance with one of my female companions.
Lessons i learned this evening:
-Long Island Ice Tea contains no ice tea (i knew that before tonite) and it tastes like ass (new development)
-Guys at bars are relentless and annoying
-I can dance sober
-I prefer the company of friends
-"The myth of the black man is true"
-I DO sweat, given the correct amount of smoke, and fake smoke from those machines they use at clubs
-I look like Rachel from Boy Meets World. The chick who lived with Eric and Jack, tall redhaired chick.
-The kid i talked about in my previous entry (Matt) is still a fucking dick I didnt drink tonite. I didnt want to spend the money, didnt feel like it at all. Once i got there, I planned to have one Long Island, but i didnt even finish it becuase it was horrible. But the point is i didnt plan to drink, i went to the bar knowing i really wasnt going to. Matt just walked in my room, and into my bathroom and asked if i was drunk. I replied no. He didnt believe me He asked if i drank. I replied that i had like a quarter of a Long Island, and i was totally sober. He incredulously goes "so you went to dance. bullshit." Awesome matt. Like its your place to determine my motives for things. He can honestly kiss my ass. at least i have good teeth. His teeth are terrible. Hes an awful drunk. And he thinks hes hot shit who can get on any girl. NOT A CHANCE. Hes only gotten on one girl, and now she has a boyfriend. HE WISHES.
Thats all i learned this evening. For a while at the bar i honestly planned what i wanted to write in here. i love livejournal.
I think i may have been happier with my college experience if i had gone out more. It works as a fabulous distraction from the sadder or more difficult things in life.
But had i gone out more i would have ended up a different person, and it would have undermined what i believe about myself, and certain aspects of my life.
I stink, i should shower before i go to bed. But i am too lazy.
Tomorrow i commence studying for sociology. It shouldnt be too bad. Almost a breeze if you will. I should worry more about this, but i just cant. I will give myself an ulcer if i do. I worry about the things i shouldnt, and take in stride the things i should worry about.
Sunday night there is a Drag Show at one of the gay bars downtown. Guess where i will be Sunday night? OH YEAH. But only if i get my studying done on saturday.
Carey was making fun of me becuase after i had some of the long island, i poured it into another glass for my friend Nelly to drink and filled my glass with water. She told me i was the only girl in the bar drinking water. Fine by me.
delicious water.
Michael James: Hope your flight went well. I missed your IM by 5 minutes, forget an away message, my bad.
See everyone Weds. I am moving my trek home up one day...just cause i am so damn eager to be home, unless of course the weather is bad. I m planning on leaving at 5ish on Weds, i'll be home 8pm ish, possibly 9. Plan me a party, i'll be there. unless of course i leave Thursday, then its a whole nother story. Morning glory.
My body is exhausted, sapped of energy. But my mind is wide awake. Perhaps i will read. Yes, The Handmaid's Tale weird book to end a weird evening.
I go, its a good time as usual. Learned lessons. Danced, didnt drink more the the equivilant of 1 shot, maybe less. Hereby determining, or at least testing the fact that i may be able to dance sober.
I think i can dance. maybe. I spent the majority of my evening being groped by Kristen, a girl on my floor. She was hysterical and belligerent. She can be a bitch, but tonite she was awesome. She was being felt up left and right, and i was sort of her safety. Fine by me, at least i wasnt being molested. At one point she grabbed my boob, i just laughed.
Danced with a black man for a very short while. He was a bit odd. and when i say a bit, i mean he was really fucking weird. At one point he leaned over and told me that the "myth of the black man is true." You take that for what its worth. I did. I only know one black man myth, and its what Jocelyns breath smells like. This was my cue to dance with one of my female companions.
Lessons i learned this evening:
-Long Island Ice Tea contains no ice tea (i knew that before tonite) and it tastes like ass (new development)
-Guys at bars are relentless and annoying
-I can dance sober
-I prefer the company of friends
-"The myth of the black man is true"
-I DO sweat, given the correct amount of smoke, and fake smoke from those machines they use at clubs
-I look like Rachel from Boy Meets World. The chick who lived with Eric and Jack, tall redhaired chick.
-The kid i talked about in my previous entry (Matt) is still a fucking dick I didnt drink tonite. I didnt want to spend the money, didnt feel like it at all. Once i got there, I planned to have one Long Island, but i didnt even finish it becuase it was horrible. But the point is i didnt plan to drink, i went to the bar knowing i really wasnt going to. Matt just walked in my room, and into my bathroom and asked if i was drunk. I replied no. He didnt believe me He asked if i drank. I replied that i had like a quarter of a Long Island, and i was totally sober. He incredulously goes "so you went to dance. bullshit." Awesome matt. Like its your place to determine my motives for things. He can honestly kiss my ass. at least i have good teeth. His teeth are terrible. Hes an awful drunk. And he thinks hes hot shit who can get on any girl. NOT A CHANCE. Hes only gotten on one girl, and now she has a boyfriend. HE WISHES.
Thats all i learned this evening. For a while at the bar i honestly planned what i wanted to write in here. i love livejournal.
I think i may have been happier with my college experience if i had gone out more. It works as a fabulous distraction from the sadder or more difficult things in life.
But had i gone out more i would have ended up a different person, and it would have undermined what i believe about myself, and certain aspects of my life.
I stink, i should shower before i go to bed. But i am too lazy.
Tomorrow i commence studying for sociology. It shouldnt be too bad. Almost a breeze if you will. I should worry more about this, but i just cant. I will give myself an ulcer if i do. I worry about the things i shouldnt, and take in stride the things i should worry about.
Sunday night there is a Drag Show at one of the gay bars downtown. Guess where i will be Sunday night? OH YEAH. But only if i get my studying done on saturday.
Carey was making fun of me becuase after i had some of the long island, i poured it into another glass for my friend Nelly to drink and filled my glass with water. She told me i was the only girl in the bar drinking water. Fine by me.
delicious water.
Michael James: Hope your flight went well. I missed your IM by 5 minutes, forget an away message, my bad.
See everyone Weds. I am moving my trek home up one day...just cause i am so damn eager to be home, unless of course the weather is bad. I m planning on leaving at 5ish on Weds, i'll be home 8pm ish, possibly 9. Plan me a party, i'll be there. unless of course i leave Thursday, then its a whole nother story. Morning glory.
My body is exhausted, sapped of energy. But my mind is wide awake. Perhaps i will read. Yes, The Handmaid's Tale weird book to end a weird evening.