ZE PLAN (and some extra blargh for you)
I'm leaving on Thursday!
(and much rejoicing was to be had)
I am irked whenever I receive invites to events from people from my grade school. I mean, I went to one once-- last November, for some guy from my grade school threw a party and asked me to come. It was epic failure. And I think I've had my fill of grade school crap from that, because people really just don't change. I saw some girl from my grade school at The Hood Internet vs. Chicago release party. That was just awkward. I knew it was her, and she knew it was me and she just avoided me hardcore and clung to some white guy.
Now I'm angsting because I've been invited to another one (the guy's not really a d-bag, I'm just wary) for tonight and after talking to him via facebook chat, found out that I'm really invited and its not really a glitch or anything.
I want to go because I've always wanted to get along with these people and I have a hard time letting go of all the stuff that happened way back then. I think I could have a good time. But on the other hand, these are people that I've never been able to get along with either because of crippling social anxiety and shyness (those who know me from college will wonder about that statement...) or from the because these people can and will and have been huge douchebags to me at many points in time. I feel like that unpopular kid in movies who finally gets invited to the big party only to find a) a bunch of jerks who have it in for him, or b) that now that he made it he never wanted to be with these people anyway.
Whatever I decide-- John gets back from Lake Geneva today and I can always hit him up for beers if I chicken out. Which I may do. I enjoy our relationship-- it is based mostly and solidly in beer. We met (over the 'nets!) because we wanted a drinking buddy, and basically chat about our lives and issues over beer everytime we meet. I don't think there has been a time when we have been out that didn't involve booze. It's pretty sweet. He can pretend to have a date in front of skanky DePaul ho's, and I have a guy who keeps the barflies off. We both get pretty interesting conversation and someone to rag on when the Cubs or the Sox play. It is the greatest superficial friendship ever. I'm just sad we never met before. Its a pretty small world. He went to Loyola's rival high school and lived a few blocks from the Academy while I was there. We both liked the same music and apparently went to some of the same shows.
Anyways. More music for those who do not listen.
(and much rejoicing was to be had)
I am irked whenever I receive invites to events from people from my grade school. I mean, I went to one once-- last November, for some guy from my grade school threw a party and asked me to come. It was epic failure. And I think I've had my fill of grade school crap from that, because people really just don't change. I saw some girl from my grade school at The Hood Internet vs. Chicago release party. That was just awkward. I knew it was her, and she knew it was me and she just avoided me hardcore and clung to some white guy.
Now I'm angsting because I've been invited to another one (the guy's not really a d-bag, I'm just wary) for tonight and after talking to him via facebook chat, found out that I'm really invited and its not really a glitch or anything.
I want to go because I've always wanted to get along with these people and I have a hard time letting go of all the stuff that happened way back then. I think I could have a good time. But on the other hand, these are people that I've never been able to get along with either because of crippling social anxiety and shyness (those who know me from college will wonder about that statement...) or from the because these people can and will and have been huge douchebags to me at many points in time. I feel like that unpopular kid in movies who finally gets invited to the big party only to find a) a bunch of jerks who have it in for him, or b) that now that he made it he never wanted to be with these people anyway.
Whatever I decide-- John gets back from Lake Geneva today and I can always hit him up for beers if I chicken out. Which I may do. I enjoy our relationship-- it is based mostly and solidly in beer. We met (over the 'nets!) because we wanted a drinking buddy, and basically chat about our lives and issues over beer everytime we meet. I don't think there has been a time when we have been out that didn't involve booze. It's pretty sweet. He can pretend to have a date in front of skanky DePaul ho's, and I have a guy who keeps the barflies off. We both get pretty interesting conversation and someone to rag on when the Cubs or the Sox play. It is the greatest superficial friendship ever. I'm just sad we never met before. Its a pretty small world. He went to Loyola's rival high school and lived a few blocks from the Academy while I was there. We both liked the same music and apparently went to some of the same shows.
Anyways. More music for those who do not listen.