actually i'm in a dilemma not discussed here, but...
Why am I so responsible in comparison to everyone else?
Yesterday was our last meet of the season - and I did horribly. But nevermind that. When we got back to Boston, there was talk of all of us doing something that night. Unfortunately, that never came to fruition, but I found Noonan and Dan in the gym at my dorm and we hung out for a while. Then Noonan's two socially-awkward (rivaling me, even!), alcohol-laden friends came up from Connecticut and wanted a place to drink. Dan didn't want that in his apartment, so we decided to go to Stas'. I of course was not going to drink, but I just wanted to see Stas' sweet computer. (Fellow extreme computer nerd.)
Dan was supposed to meet us at Stas' after he showered at his place, but he never came. That lovable bastard, I knew he was going to do that. But it didn't bother me either way because I just spent the whole time hunched over Stas' AMAZING machine, playing Spore. Out in the living room, they were drinking beer and smoking pot (I was sipping at some orange juice xD), and in Stas' room, I was fighting for survival as a single-celled organism and then eventually dominating the landscape as a primitive creature. I think we know who had the better time.
Noonan would come in and sit in his drunken, high stupor (oh, that boy) and try to backseat-drive a.k.a. tell me how to play. It was amusing. He was disturbed by my creations. And when Stas came in - you know, I despise drugs and that whole world, but Stas is the greatest person to be around when he's high. His hilarious personality is amplified five times. Just so very light-hearted. And Noonan broke his underwear model diet threefold. We had to leave around 1:30 AM to avoid having Noonan be out stone cold. So I had to supervise and direct those three stooges home, being the only straight one there.
That smell of pot gives me such a bad headache, though, both times I've been exposed to it for a long time. This time was worse, however, as there was no escape from the smell in Stas' apartment (I was more or less rooted to the spot). When I got back to the dorm, I went down to the empty rec room and went into the darkest corner and curled up on a loveseat, trying to make it go away. I think I fell asleep there until four, and then somehow made it up to my actual room.
But at least the species Graav on the planet Necrocraticus is on its way to world dominance!
Yesterday was our last meet of the season - and I did horribly. But nevermind that. When we got back to Boston, there was talk of all of us doing something that night. Unfortunately, that never came to fruition, but I found Noonan and Dan in the gym at my dorm and we hung out for a while. Then Noonan's two socially-awkward (rivaling me, even!), alcohol-laden friends came up from Connecticut and wanted a place to drink. Dan didn't want that in his apartment, so we decided to go to Stas'. I of course was not going to drink, but I just wanted to see Stas' sweet computer. (Fellow extreme computer nerd.)
Dan was supposed to meet us at Stas' after he showered at his place, but he never came. That lovable bastard, I knew he was going to do that. But it didn't bother me either way because I just spent the whole time hunched over Stas' AMAZING machine, playing Spore. Out in the living room, they were drinking beer and smoking pot (I was sipping at some orange juice xD), and in Stas' room, I was fighting for survival as a single-celled organism and then eventually dominating the landscape as a primitive creature. I think we know who had the better time.
Noonan would come in and sit in his drunken, high stupor (oh, that boy) and try to backseat-drive a.k.a. tell me how to play. It was amusing. He was disturbed by my creations. And when Stas came in - you know, I despise drugs and that whole world, but Stas is the greatest person to be around when he's high. His hilarious personality is amplified five times. Just so very light-hearted. And Noonan broke his underwear model diet threefold. We had to leave around 1:30 AM to avoid having Noonan be out stone cold. So I had to supervise and direct those three stooges home, being the only straight one there.
That smell of pot gives me such a bad headache, though, both times I've been exposed to it for a long time. This time was worse, however, as there was no escape from the smell in Stas' apartment (I was more or less rooted to the spot). When I got back to the dorm, I went down to the empty rec room and went into the darkest corner and curled up on a loveseat, trying to make it go away. I think I fell asleep there until four, and then somehow made it up to my actual room.
But at least the species Graav on the planet Necrocraticus is on its way to world dominance!