Uh-oh, Spaghettios.
God, this weekend blows. I've been miserable both yesterday and today. Everything I've done, I've done begrudgingly, and the one thing I want to do more than anything is repeatedly impeded.
I'm not saying that, when I have gone out, I didn't have a good time. Not true. But nothing has kept me happy or content.
Alpha Psi dinnerviews were short and relatively painless. I had a ride to and from the restaurant, and I got to eat cheese sticks and poppers. We left as soon as possible, however. I just wanted to nap before the evening out. I tried to sleep when I got home, but couldn't. I lay there for an hour and a half pissing myself off.
Last night Sio and I (and assorted friends) went to the bar, where I got nicely drunk from a third of a Whop Me Down. That sounds pathetic, until I describe a Whop Me Down.
1 oz Vodka
1 oz Gin
1 oz Light rum
1 oz Tequila (not in last night's drink)
1 oz Triple sec
1.5-2 oz Blue Curacao
Medium splash Sour mix
Medium splash 7-Up
It's basically two Long Island iced-teas in one cup. But it's blue.
Around 12:30 a.m. I left to listen to Dobler and posse jamming in Loveland Hall. In my dizzy state I drove to Loveland. The building was silent, however, and it was starting to rain. Fuck. I waited in the art gallery until Aaron met me. He brought me a jacket and then walked me home in the pouring rain.
I woke up today - my makeup still streaking my face and my hair matted. I smelled like cigarette smoke and alcohol and old rain. I cleaned up and felt much better.
At noon I had brunch with Sio. Nothing bad to report with brunch. It's our routine, so I was thrilled it was a good time.
But now it's 5 p.m. I've slept my afternoon away (on purpose). What am I to do? NOONE is around, either in person or online. I'm lonely. Fuck. My evening is going to be spent watching television alone. Great. Oh but wait, now it's 8:40 p.m. and the cable's out.
It's cold outside, and I don't want to eat dinner by myself at the caf. I've been spending a lot of money on food lately, and the chicken fingers and fries in my fridge are a week old today. I'll probably eat spaghettios, yogurt and some water.
I remember our babysitter once gave me spaghettios and yogurt. I vomited an hour later - under the Christmas tree. Or was it in a bowl? I don't know. I just know I'm weary of the combination.
I'm not saying that, when I have gone out, I didn't have a good time. Not true. But nothing has kept me happy or content.
Alpha Psi dinnerviews were short and relatively painless. I had a ride to and from the restaurant, and I got to eat cheese sticks and poppers. We left as soon as possible, however. I just wanted to nap before the evening out. I tried to sleep when I got home, but couldn't. I lay there for an hour and a half pissing myself off.
Last night Sio and I (and assorted friends) went to the bar, where I got nicely drunk from a third of a Whop Me Down. That sounds pathetic, until I describe a Whop Me Down.
1 oz Vodka
1 oz Gin
1 oz Light rum
1 oz Tequila (not in last night's drink)
1 oz Triple sec
1.5-2 oz Blue Curacao
Medium splash Sour mix
Medium splash 7-Up
It's basically two Long Island iced-teas in one cup. But it's blue.
Around 12:30 a.m. I left to listen to Dobler and posse jamming in Loveland Hall. In my dizzy state I drove to Loveland. The building was silent, however, and it was starting to rain. Fuck. I waited in the art gallery until Aaron met me. He brought me a jacket and then walked me home in the pouring rain.
I woke up today - my makeup still streaking my face and my hair matted. I smelled like cigarette smoke and alcohol and old rain. I cleaned up and felt much better.
At noon I had brunch with Sio. Nothing bad to report with brunch. It's our routine, so I was thrilled it was a good time.
But now it's 5 p.m. I've slept my afternoon away (on purpose). What am I to do? NOONE is around, either in person or online. I'm lonely. Fuck. My evening is going to be spent watching television alone. Great. Oh but wait, now it's 8:40 p.m. and the cable's out.
It's cold outside, and I don't want to eat dinner by myself at the caf. I've been spending a lot of money on food lately, and the chicken fingers and fries in my fridge are a week old today. I'll probably eat spaghettios, yogurt and some water.
I remember our babysitter once gave me spaghettios and yogurt. I vomited an hour later - under the Christmas tree. Or was it in a bowl? I don't know. I just know I'm weary of the combination.