this is my 100th blog entry… and i wonder where all the time goes.
saturday night’s alright for fighting, though i personally prefer a quiet night indoors. friday night debauchery is becoming a bad habit. if it weren’t for my friend’s birthday bash (happy bday booshface), i probably would never have found myself downtown at the i’m-so-not-getting-Lucky-Lounge. but there i was, vowing to avoid drunkeness and failing to get a word-in edgewise. it’s funny that i can be irritatingly boistrous after a few drinks, but sans alcohol, i might as well be a mouse.
avoiding drunkeness: good. not getting a word-in edgewise: mostly disappointing — but from what i can tell, bday boosh et al. had a bitchin’ time. at least that’s what your mom said. and that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. i did manage to get elbowed in the face by a waitress, which would turn out to be one of my more initimate moments that evening.
when s & j (thatnks for hauling my sorry black ass around, btw), were ready to depart, i climbed on board and caught up with tizzle and some lesbian people at Nasty’s who were all vastly more attractive than me. i had a few drinks but nothing excessive. friday night sobriety had the kind of impact that those introspective youth camping retreats can only dream of providing. i bitch and i moan about jealous people, and i pride myself on my unfailing independence. but really, i’m just as insecure and jealous-prone as everyone else. i can be scared, and nervous, and let my pride make me stupidly insensitive. i shy away in the presence of pretty people because i stupidly think that’s what other people want. i don’t mind not being conventially attractive, generally i like it, but some nights it gets to me… mostly when i let it get between me and a good time. i guess that’s my own fault.
so fanfuckingtastic — i learned a little bit last night. now if only i could have done that without acting like an asshole. (i can’t decide if that’s better or worse than getting my teeth pulled…. which reminds me, i better fucking enjoy this weekend, and this week, because after this friday, i’m going to be chipmunk cheeks for a few days, eating my meals through a fucking straw.)
that night, i stayed up really late in a fit of heavy breathing. saturday: spent the better part of the morning curled up in bed watching six feet under and eating popcorn: i am a winner. actually it felt great. and might i add: my bedroom is quickly becoming the most comfortable place you’ll find on this side of the mason-dixon line. i’ve constructed a headboard for my homemade bedframe. and i have a tv/vcr/dvd setup. i also have a very warm body presence. warmth. spooning. the glowing box. quality programming. snacks. joy.
flashback to last friday: my bioinformatics prof recommended a book, Beginning Perl for Bioinformatics without saying that it was actually required. then all of the sudden, he started assigning us homework from the book. so i’m like: “shiiiit”. anyway, i was going to go through all of this canoodling and copying bullshit. but instead, i thought i’d take my chances on Half Price Books: not only did they have a used copy of my book for half the price of the original, but they were also having a 20% off of everything sale. score.
so this afternoon i went through a chapter of the book. i’m enjoying learning perl and i hope i get really good at it.
beyond that, zero studying was accomplished. however, a fantastic movie was viewed: “25th Hour”. great fucking film about the final hours before drug pusher, Monty (Edward Norton), goes to prison.
after that i had a very quick couple of pints at the crown. but i ended it with that at the risk of finding myself hungover and useless tomorrow. instead of imbibing, i learned how to get around my airport base station so that i can use the built-in apache webserver on my laptop. now my webcam might actually work. saturday night man! fucking outstanding!!!
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