The Fecal Position
So, tonight, I played spin-the-bottle for the first time, at 25. I avoided it for a while, but I was stuck between a conversation with two chemistry students and the game. I'm up for new experiences. It was kind of lame because each time I spun it, I kept getting the same girl, and she'd spin me. She got my number and dialed it a few times during the night while I was in the bathroom. She was cute, but she seemed like she had “kissed” quite a few guys if you know what I mean (slut). I don't really like kissing people without meaning. And then, since I'm used to attaching meaning to such things, I was thinking that there was some romantic tie. Blah. On the bright side, I saw lots of girls really getting into kissing each other. Most of the night made me feel like I was in One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest. I felt I was the Big Chief to the others’ McMurphy. There were a few Big Chiefs, though. Well, I guess one would be a Martini, and you know-the Others. It reminded me that I'm getting old. Have I analyzed the ridiculousness of people saying such things as "99.9% of the time" on here? Folks will use this when their population is nowhere near 1000. Even 501 might work if you're rounding. Anyway, if you have less than 500 cases and one case is outside of the norm, using standard rounding, you would be at 99.8% of the time. It is rarely this close when people use it, though. Who started the "99.9% of the time" saying? It was probably Ted. He's always starting ridiculous sayings. I swear, though: 99.9% of the time my entries really are interesting. Today, I spent time in labs and getting my paper finished. Once this was done, hot damn, I purposely did nothing. I relaxed. Tomorrow, I will relax, maybe watch some football, and do minimal studying. I did some drinking tonight but nothing worth writing about in live journal. It wasn't massive. I only had a couple beers, some sips of wine, and about a shot of Bailey's. Nothing to write about. I just got back from some 24 hours Mexican place with Bacon Burritos that are worth writing in live journal about. It was quite the motley crew in that place. Old hippies, drunken folks with "faded" hats on (that's the new way of saying "drunk"), Mexicans, and general ne'er-do-wells of every specific description. I listened to the friend of some guy go on and on about how he had slept with a girl who had lived in the house next door last year. He told us about how she had asked him to go to some weird Catholic ordeal with her. And he went and was freaked out. He said he also slept with some woman who was on her way out of a marriage but not quite there, too. If this doesn't sound interesting to you, that's because you're right. It was all quite dull, and Allen tried to say so without the guy recognizing it, but failed and was forced to pretend that it was interesting. I have wicked Muchas Gracias (the 24 hours Mexican place) gas.