July 15th, 2006
|01:12 am - balls?|
oh balls balls balls. i was planning to go out tonight and drown my sorrows in gin and juice (shut up i'm a gangsta). but i got distracted and read penny arcade for 3 hours instead :( and now it's 1am and if i go out it'll just be a couple of sketchy dudes eating cheese fries.
and i know this, because every time the herald is late printing and it's 3am and they're like "don't worry, it'll be just another hour!" i go over to the ranch room and it's always a few kids at a booth and some sketchy old guys at the bar eating cheese fries. and one of them is playing that stupid arcade game card machine thing that is installed on the corner of all bars in the universe. seriously, what's with those things? they blow. i mean, people still play them when they're drunk, because drunks are dumb, but why not put in a real game? hell, put in space invaders or something. buy a tv and a nintendo at somebody's yardsale and set that up.
so anyway, like i was saying, i was gonna go out but i'm a loser so now i'm
drinking lauri's tequila (jk i took like two sips and stopped) and talking to meg online. and really, that's probably better than going out anyway, which usually involves a beer, staring at the walls, and coming home.
let's hear it for being socially awkward!
ps: i love the expression 'drown your sorrows'. it never actually works that way, of course, but a splendid image, all the same.
np: r kelly in my head? how did that happen?
neat! i haven't talked to derek in a long time, but <3 tara. how do you know them?
i hope this is one of those creepy things where we've met 3456789 times and didn't realise
I go to school with them... Derek lived down the hall from me all last school year, so it made things pretty interesting/hilarious most of the time. How do you know them?
i'm good friends with derek's friend julie. and his ex casie. i forget how i met tara exactly, i think she went with derek to a party or something.
so okay. you go to school with them, your profile says connecticutt, and people in your comments keep calling you canadian. what kind of wandering nomad are you?
hahaha. well, school is massachusetts, home is connecticut, and my parents are canadian and some how it's turned into this ongoing joke about canadians and the french. i wish it were as interesting as being a nomad, but sadly, that's all it is. :(
it's never too late to start wandering the earth! you could join one of those gypsy caravans
I could! But... I'm too addicted to electronics and the comforts of controlled room temperatures and .. whatever else not wandering provides. :x
mm yes i know the feeling. you could be an occasional nomad. my current shtick is to drive somewhere, live there, and then after a year or so move somewhere else. except i don't know where to go