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So...life's been pretty melancholy as of lately. Melancholy, not as in "sad" melancholy, but melancholy as in "i'm quickly becoming overwhelmed with boredom" melancholy.
It's not even that exciting things aren't happening either. Last night, I picked Pat up from work, and we went to Brad's new apartment. We drank, we smoked, and I was pretty fucked up. It was fun, I guess. Pops was there, and he played my guitar, which was awesome. He reminds me of the toothless hobo from Pee Wee's Big Adventure. The guy has very little vocal talent, but puts just as much emotion and effort into the song reguardless.
I really didn't talk to many people for very long, but KSteel, Chris, Dina, Matt, Marcus, and a few others that I knew showed up. We partied on the roof. Now you see, when I saw "roof," i mean ROOF. He's got this little rig up there with a tarp roof, and couches outside of his window. I'm not quite sure how they got those couches through the little window in the kitchen, but I suppose it could have been done.
So it looks like things are smooth sailing for Pat and his situation reguarding Heather. I'm happy for him. She's cute.
As far as things go with me, I'm still jobless. I've hardly even looked. I guess I'm just not ready to jump back into the real world and all just yet. I'm enjoying my vacation.
Still single, no possible prospects in mind. Every girl that I've met recently seems to pop up out of nowhere, and I kinda give the slightest raise of an eyebrow at them, we snuggle up and/or make out once or twice, then they disappear off the face of the fucking planet. I really don't understand why this happens, but Brad was going on and on giving me his drunken stoned advice one time about how i'm apparently "the most intense person he knows."
It's not even that exciting things aren't happening either. Last night, I picked Pat up from work, and we went to Brad's new apartment. We drank, we smoked, and I was pretty fucked up. It was fun, I guess. Pops was there, and he played my guitar, which was awesome. He reminds me of the toothless hobo from Pee Wee's Big Adventure. The guy has very little vocal talent, but puts just as much emotion and effort into the song reguardless.
I really didn't talk to many people for very long, but KSteel, Chris, Dina, Matt, Marcus, and a few others that I knew showed up. We partied on the roof. Now you see, when I saw "roof," i mean ROOF. He's got this little rig up there with a tarp roof, and couches outside of his window. I'm not quite sure how they got those couches through the little window in the kitchen, but I suppose it could have been done.
So it looks like things are smooth sailing for Pat and his situation reguarding Heather. I'm happy for him. She's cute.
As far as things go with me, I'm still jobless. I've hardly even looked. I guess I'm just not ready to jump back into the real world and all just yet. I'm enjoying my vacation.
Still single, no possible prospects in mind. Every girl that I've met recently seems to pop up out of nowhere, and I kinda give the slightest raise of an eyebrow at them, we snuggle up and/or make out once or twice, then they disappear off the face of the fucking planet. I really don't understand why this happens, but Brad was going on and on giving me his drunken stoned advice one time about how i'm apparently "the most intense person he knows."