AWKWARD
Tonight, my word was "awkward."
For now, a special issue of Quote of the Day
As it would have sounded to anyone listening:
ME: "That fuck was awesome!"
HER: "Glad I could be of service"
So, we were at the corn maze, and I was walking with my friend (her name has been withheld since she asked me to), and we are walking, and this guy in a cage tries to scare us...no luck. a few yards later, this guy at knee level tries. My friend says, in a low, matter-of-fact voice, "Fuck." Not in surprise, not in anything. Just stating "Fuck." So, i was like, wow, that was awesome, and then the quote occurred. Correctly notated, it should be ME:"That 'FUCK' was awesome." But that isn't as funny. God, i can spin out in my van with a bunch of people in it, and it won't accelerate. good times. and the 4 pounds brittany claims she used to get high (we are joking, of course). So, really, tonight was awkard. I said it a million times, and it was. I mean, i don't even understand what I want. Ugh. and, i realized, people should just loosen up and go with whatever is going on. Instead of thinking they have to be all serious. Really, if you play along, it is way more fun. but you are just way too serious, aren't you? YEAH you are.
Party
finished Haverford essay
refereed two soccer games
drove lots of people, backed up a lot, and missed a lot of turns
Definitely more fun than staying at home, but...but...i don't know. It is weird. and i talked a lot. too much. damnit. i was doing so well, and then...it all flowed out. fuck. as usual. at this party. every year except one (hmmm, i had what i wanted that year. obviously). not talked about personal issues or anything. Trivial stories, really. But i was just talking. all the time. and then, i think about why. and i realize, it is because if i want to be noticed i have to. when i didn't talk, 3 girls forgot i was in the maze with them, and then, i scared the shit out of them. I was wearing jeans, a ski jacket, and walking in soupy mud (aka, NOT QUIET CLOTHING). BUT THEY FORGOT I WAS THERE. and i knew they would. jesus. i hate it. i mean, it was good cause i could scare them, but, at least one of them REALLY forgot about me. and she was right in front of me. 1 foot. oh god. WHY??? and why does everyone seems so offended/weirded out when i go along with what's going on? nobody else does. shit. why why why. damnit. Change of the clocks tonight. buying paddles for air hockey tomorrow. Note to self and Brittany: LEARN HOW TO PLAY AIR HOCKEY SO THE PUCK DOESN'T KILL PEOPLE AND THE PADDLES DON'T SHATTER. yeah...that would be a definite plus.
For now, a special issue of Quote of the Day
As it would have sounded to anyone listening:
ME: "That fuck was awesome!"
HER: "Glad I could be of service"
So, we were at the corn maze, and I was walking with my friend (her name has been withheld since she asked me to), and we are walking, and this guy in a cage tries to scare us...no luck. a few yards later, this guy at knee level tries. My friend says, in a low, matter-of-fact voice, "Fuck." Not in surprise, not in anything. Just stating "Fuck." So, i was like, wow, that was awesome, and then the quote occurred. Correctly notated, it should be ME:"That 'FUCK' was awesome." But that isn't as funny. God, i can spin out in my van with a bunch of people in it, and it won't accelerate. good times. and the 4 pounds brittany claims she used to get high (we are joking, of course). So, really, tonight was awkard. I said it a million times, and it was. I mean, i don't even understand what I want. Ugh. and, i realized, people should just loosen up and go with whatever is going on. Instead of thinking they have to be all serious. Really, if you play along, it is way more fun. but you are just way too serious, aren't you? YEAH you are.
Party
finished Haverford essay
refereed two soccer games
drove lots of people, backed up a lot, and missed a lot of turns
Definitely more fun than staying at home, but...but...i don't know. It is weird. and i talked a lot. too much. damnit. i was doing so well, and then...it all flowed out. fuck. as usual. at this party. every year except one (hmmm, i had what i wanted that year. obviously). not talked about personal issues or anything. Trivial stories, really. But i was just talking. all the time. and then, i think about why. and i realize, it is because if i want to be noticed i have to. when i didn't talk, 3 girls forgot i was in the maze with them, and then, i scared the shit out of them. I was wearing jeans, a ski jacket, and walking in soupy mud (aka, NOT QUIET CLOTHING). BUT THEY FORGOT I WAS THERE. and i knew they would. jesus. i hate it. i mean, it was good cause i could scare them, but, at least one of them REALLY forgot about me. and she was right in front of me. 1 foot. oh god. WHY??? and why does everyone seems so offended/weirded out when i go along with what's going on? nobody else does. shit. why why why. damnit. Change of the clocks tonight. buying paddles for air hockey tomorrow. Note to self and Brittany: LEARN HOW TO PLAY AIR HOCKEY SO THE PUCK DOESN'T KILL PEOPLE AND THE PADDLES DON'T SHATTER. yeah...that would be a definite plus.