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went jamming last night. afterwards, I went with Troy to the phoenix (aka the dirty bird) because a guy he knows started a band and was playing there...they were boring. I saw a few people from work there that I knew, but nothing too crazy. so Troy was playing pool and I was standing near the dance floor, just watching the band, and some trampy girl grabs me by the hand and hauls me off to the dance floor. so there I was, dancing to a boring band completely sober. dancing was more fun than standing and being bored, so I kept on rocking. I danced with tramp girls friends, which was all well and good. one of them was short and really cute, and I thought that was great. she was also not trampy. then another friend came along and she took interest in me...not so much a mutual feeling though. the end of the night came eventually and she roped me in to the boring steotypical two slow songs that ended the night. awkward. it bothered me because I really wanted to get to know this other girl, but it felt like she was only present so the other girl wasn't lonely. whatever.
it was a funny night anyway. saw one of the ladies that works in our accounting department, and she was off her face. there was another guy that kept playing some serious air guitar, and another guy who looked like a crossover between john travolta in grease and mel gibson's wrinklyness in the face, only he was dressed like more of an 80s greaser in a wifebeater. it was pretty hilarious.
tonight I think I'm driving out to Phil's house to watch the hockey game and chill. I don't really care about hockey, but it'll be something to do I guess. I need to do laundry real bad, but I don't have any damn loonies. stupid coin op laundry. I should figure out how to straw-rig that stupid machine. it can't be that difficult if people do it in a split second to rip off pool tables.
it was a funny night anyway. saw one of the ladies that works in our accounting department, and she was off her face. there was another guy that kept playing some serious air guitar, and another guy who looked like a crossover between john travolta in grease and mel gibson's wrinklyness in the face, only he was dressed like more of an 80s greaser in a wifebeater. it was pretty hilarious.
tonight I think I'm driving out to Phil's house to watch the hockey game and chill. I don't really care about hockey, but it'll be something to do I guess. I need to do laundry real bad, but I don't have any damn loonies. stupid coin op laundry. I should figure out how to straw-rig that stupid machine. it can't be that difficult if people do it in a split second to rip off pool tables.