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So, tonight was interesting....

I worked this morning and then again in the evening. I actually got out quite early. I came home and watched some tv and played some video games. Then my neighbor from upstairs came down and visited. He and I were going to watch a movie and then we just ended up chatting for awhile. Then it was off to the bar...We had a couple of drinks, he actually bought which was kinda nice. Free gin=good. We went back to his place (Wow, this shouldn't be sounding as much like a Penthouse Forum letter as it does...) and chatted for awhile longer. Then I headed home. I ended up bouncing around on here for awhile and then went back over to the bar. Now, at this point the bar had been closed for awhile, but I went up there in the hopes of hanging out with the ridiculously cute bartender who works there. So, I got let in and we all did a shot together and then they were taking off. They were heading off to a kegger being hosted by the girlfriend of one of the guys who works with them. They dragged me along. There is no place that I am more out of my element than at a party. I just don't do parties. (Now, for those of you who are thinking, "But, hey, wasn't he planning on driving all the way to Madison for a party?" all I have to say is "Those are SG people....it's fucking different!"). So, anyway, I get dragged to this party. Now, this is the first time I have ever hung out with this girl when we were not at the bar that she works at. Wow did I realize just how good of a thing it is that I lack the balls to ask girls out. It's hard for me to explain exactly what it was, but I have come to realize just how pointless this crush was. I still think she is incredibly and unfairly cute, but that's it...I don't think I could ever seriously like this girl. This isn't as spontaneous as it sounds, I've suspected this for awhile tonight was just the full realization of it.

Anyway...enough babbling...

I need a new crush now, anyone up for being the object of my crushing?

I am officially not going to be able to make it to Madison tomorrow night. My sense of responsibility is getting the better of me. For some reason I think it is more important to pay my car payment and my rent rather than have fun. Insane, maybe...adultish, definitely. Damn I wish I could just be a kid again, I wish I would have taken more advantage of my kid status when I had it. So, I picked up a 5-12 shift for tomorrow night. I should make some decent tips and I was probably going to hit overtime anyway, so this is basically all extra hours at time and a half.

Well, it's four in the fucking morning and I need to get to bed....toodles.