quick and inane
Last night I whiskeyed myself up, just enough to feel pleasantly strange after so much tension, and it helped reboot the ol' system. I was at a fundraiser concert for Belmont (which I stood around at awkwardly but good-naturedly for a little over an hour before Jeff, Briana, Josh, and Jonah Weston--some familiar faces--finally started trickling in). We went back and tried to play Guitar Hero, but my skills at the game were worse than ever, and I had to go back to medium for almost every song. Not sure if it was the alcohol or laziness or being out of practice, but I wasn't much concerned about it, really. I'm not the video gamer who needs to be the best. I'm the one who plays when its fun.
Went to bed after 3am but still woke up at 9 this morning, to girls giggling and (I'm reasonably sure) kissing each other loudly in the hallway outside my door. I mean, sure, why not?
Went to bed after 3am but still woke up at 9 this morning, to girls giggling and (I'm reasonably sure) kissing each other loudly in the hallway outside my door. I mean, sure, why not?