I'm bored as hell. Strange to say that because it's now 4 in the morning of January the 7th. Nothing helps boredom at godforsaken hours of the day like sleeping for 13 hours the day before. So I went to bed at 1 the other morning and woke up at 2 in the afternoon. Something is amiss.
I don't know why I do it, but answer Jake's phone calls, which always come in two's. First he'll call my cell, then my home. It's quite frustrating but at least last night was his last night in Billings as he is moving to Bozeman tomorrow. Soooo, what did last night mean??? Another trip to WILD WEST!!! YES!
The Billings bar scene is just not my place...the guys are uptight, wallflower assholes and the girls are too full of themselves and their "insert handsome celebrity here" waiting to wisk them off their feet to notice the real fucking deal. Not to boast or anything, but Jake and I were the best fellas there. We also brought my 22 year old sister along too.
So Wild West is actually full of people I know from high school and previous summer jobs, and that was cool. Too bad the ratio of males to females was again 4:1. Jake busted a couple moves on the dance floor but got rejected hardcore.
Since that was a bust, we tried our collective hand at karokee. Only Jake sang. I guess I'm not a karokee kind of guy...probably because none of the songs are "my type." If there was even one Misfits song, i.e. Last Caress, I'd be all over that shit. My sister almost convinced me to make a duet of Bob Marley's "Iron Lion Zion" but Jake wanted to leave. That and the roudy drunks started pouring in.
Drop Lindsey off at home.
Make a return to Wild West for more of the same. Jake knew these girls from this nearby dump called Park City and bought them a round of shots for a grand total of $14. The sad thing is is that they totally blew him off with the age old line of, "after this, we're hanging out with our BOYFRIENDS." Girls suck. At least around here, anyway. Enough to make a man go gay. lol.
In about four hours, I'm going along with my sister and dad for her test driving cars. I'm stoked.
Nothing else happening. Lindsey takes off to Chicago on Saturday which leaves me alone for a week in the house when my parents are working. Oh, what to do, what to do.
Time to leave comments in journals! Huzzah for fun.
I don't know why I do it, but answer Jake's phone calls, which always come in two's. First he'll call my cell, then my home. It's quite frustrating but at least last night was his last night in Billings as he is moving to Bozeman tomorrow. Soooo, what did last night mean??? Another trip to WILD WEST!!! YES!
The Billings bar scene is just not my place...the guys are uptight, wallflower assholes and the girls are too full of themselves and their "insert handsome celebrity here" waiting to wisk them off their feet to notice the real fucking deal. Not to boast or anything, but Jake and I were the best fellas there. We also brought my 22 year old sister along too.
So Wild West is actually full of people I know from high school and previous summer jobs, and that was cool. Too bad the ratio of males to females was again 4:1. Jake busted a couple moves on the dance floor but got rejected hardcore.
Since that was a bust, we tried our collective hand at karokee. Only Jake sang. I guess I'm not a karokee kind of guy...probably because none of the songs are "my type." If there was even one Misfits song, i.e. Last Caress, I'd be all over that shit. My sister almost convinced me to make a duet of Bob Marley's "Iron Lion Zion" but Jake wanted to leave. That and the roudy drunks started pouring in.
Drop Lindsey off at home.
Make a return to Wild West for more of the same. Jake knew these girls from this nearby dump called Park City and bought them a round of shots for a grand total of $14. The sad thing is is that they totally blew him off with the age old line of, "after this, we're hanging out with our BOYFRIENDS." Girls suck. At least around here, anyway. Enough to make a man go gay. lol.
In about four hours, I'm going along with my sister and dad for her test driving cars. I'm stoked.
Nothing else happening. Lindsey takes off to Chicago on Saturday which leaves me alone for a week in the house when my parents are working. Oh, what to do, what to do.
Time to leave comments in journals! Huzzah for fun.
boundcreature:
it would be like meeting a chick and telling her up-front that you were only "so-so" in the sack...