Blargen
God DAMN I hate night clubs so freaking much.
Honestly, it's like a high school dance all over again, except people are extra idiotic because they have liqour. Waggling my body like a nut in a room filled with second hand smoke listening to bad music turned up loud enough to stifle any and all attempts at conversation (whatthefuckisthepoint!?) is NOT my idea of an even remotely good time.
I sat in the corner trying to figure out a way to plug my ears without looking too much like I was plugging my ears. I think I failed, but I didn't really care. I felt badly because it was Lexi's cousin's birthday and everyone else was having a good time. They kept asking me what was wrong and I just said (or tried to say over the volume), "It's just not my thing."
Whatever. I was there because Lexi had to work and she wanted to drag me along, so I went. Luckily for me she's an understanding sweetheart (and didn't really like the atmosphere that night much either.)
It's strange, though. I get in that environment and the more I actually dwell upon what's going on around me, the angrier I get. I actually get angry for some reason. Irritated by it all.
I dunno.
Either way, we got home around 2 AM and had a lovely morning. So that's that!
I hope we go to Tobago soon...
In other news, instead of drinking orange juice with my breakfast, I am currently drinking coconut milk! And my goodness is it delicious. Numnumnum... *slurp*
Honestly, it's like a high school dance all over again, except people are extra idiotic because they have liqour. Waggling my body like a nut in a room filled with second hand smoke listening to bad music turned up loud enough to stifle any and all attempts at conversation (whatthefuckisthepoint!?) is NOT my idea of an even remotely good time.
I sat in the corner trying to figure out a way to plug my ears without looking too much like I was plugging my ears. I think I failed, but I didn't really care. I felt badly because it was Lexi's cousin's birthday and everyone else was having a good time. They kept asking me what was wrong and I just said (or tried to say over the volume), "It's just not my thing."
Whatever. I was there because Lexi had to work and she wanted to drag me along, so I went. Luckily for me she's an understanding sweetheart (and didn't really like the atmosphere that night much either.)
It's strange, though. I get in that environment and the more I actually dwell upon what's going on around me, the angrier I get. I actually get angry for some reason. Irritated by it all.
I dunno.
Either way, we got home around 2 AM and had a lovely morning. So that's that!
I hope we go to Tobago soon...
In other news, instead of drinking orange juice with my breakfast, I am currently drinking coconut milk! And my goodness is it delicious. Numnumnum... *slurp*