a failure by design...
I just typed this huge entry in here about my life lately and then it just wasn't there anymore...lame. There's no way I'm retyping all that bullshit. Instead I'll just talk about my birtday.
So it was my birthday this weekend and overall, it was ok. Yes, just ok. I guess the biggest problem was that going into the week, actually probably the whole last part of March, I was pumped because I had all these expectations that I would be blitzed the entire weekend and spending it with all my friends, and when that didn't really happen, I got pissed. My birthday started off with four classes and work. Then Shannon, Tina, and Sara finally got here around 6:30ish and we barbequed and started drinking. Then I was supposed to skip practice, but felt bad / felt guilt tripped so decided to go drunk, which turned out to be alright, until I nearly broke my stupid thumb. Then I took a shower and felt a little better and finally started drinking again. There were a decent amount of people over which was cool because mark bought me a keg for my birthday...how fitting huh? After everyone left and I puked not once, but twice, I finally called it a night. Friday started off shitty because I had to say bye to Shannon, Tina, and Sara because they had to go home. But Lindsey did end up coming down so that was awesome. Other than that though, there wasn't really the bash that I expected Friday night and especially Saturday night. Which is fine I guess. I still had an alright time. Excluding the two hour scream session that Mark, Lindsey, Matt, Gordon, and I had - which weirdly enough consisted mostly of Me and Mark screaming at each and Lindsey, Matt, and Gordon agreeing every once in a while, nothing else really happened Friday night. Not sure how the whole thing started or why it happened but it put me in a shitty mood. I knew no one was mad at me or anything, but it just sucked because I felt like an ass the next day...surprise surprise. I guess overall, I was just dissappointed because it seemed like I went out of my way to make my birthday a big deal to everyone and it really wasn't... Excluding my visitors and a few other things, it didn't seem that different than any other weekend in my life, which sucks.
And just so I don't sound like a completely ungrateful bastard, thanks to everyone who did go out of their way to make it special...and you know who you are.
I also concluded from this weekend that I am the most embarrassing drunk alive and are therefore never getting drunk ever again.
So it was my birthday this weekend and overall, it was ok. Yes, just ok. I guess the biggest problem was that going into the week, actually probably the whole last part of March, I was pumped because I had all these expectations that I would be blitzed the entire weekend and spending it with all my friends, and when that didn't really happen, I got pissed. My birthday started off with four classes and work. Then Shannon, Tina, and Sara finally got here around 6:30ish and we barbequed and started drinking. Then I was supposed to skip practice, but felt bad / felt guilt tripped so decided to go drunk, which turned out to be alright, until I nearly broke my stupid thumb. Then I took a shower and felt a little better and finally started drinking again. There were a decent amount of people over which was cool because mark bought me a keg for my birthday...how fitting huh? After everyone left and I puked not once, but twice, I finally called it a night. Friday started off shitty because I had to say bye to Shannon, Tina, and Sara because they had to go home. But Lindsey did end up coming down so that was awesome. Other than that though, there wasn't really the bash that I expected Friday night and especially Saturday night. Which is fine I guess. I still had an alright time. Excluding the two hour scream session that Mark, Lindsey, Matt, Gordon, and I had - which weirdly enough consisted mostly of Me and Mark screaming at each and Lindsey, Matt, and Gordon agreeing every once in a while, nothing else really happened Friday night. Not sure how the whole thing started or why it happened but it put me in a shitty mood. I knew no one was mad at me or anything, but it just sucked because I felt like an ass the next day...surprise surprise. I guess overall, I was just dissappointed because it seemed like I went out of my way to make my birthday a big deal to everyone and it really wasn't... Excluding my visitors and a few other things, it didn't seem that different than any other weekend in my life, which sucks.
And just so I don't sound like a completely ungrateful bastard, thanks to everyone who did go out of their way to make it special...and you know who you are.
I also concluded from this weekend that I am the most embarrassing drunk alive and are therefore never getting drunk ever again.