AAARRRGGHGHHHHH I have such a fucking headache, I can't sleep. I'm not sure where this is coming from - I didn't even drink that much tonight. It feels like there's icicles jabbed into my temples.
So I completely forgot that tonight was my friend Pat's birthday. Well, he didn't remind me, either, so it's okay. Called one of my other friends to find out what he was doing tonight and he told me about the festivities. It was nice. There was a ton of us out. We went to Casey's, a bar I usually can't stand, as it's filled to the brim with jocks, co-ed sluts and frat/sorority types. Which, seeing as how our group was mostly made of ex-frat/sorority types, I'm being pretty pot-kettle-black right now. But we're unstereotypical greek-types, it's okay! Anyway, they have this outside deck that I didn't even know about. We basically took it over. It was a great night to be outside, that's for sure. And it was nice not having to deal with the usual smoke-filled interior (another reason I don't get where this headache is coming from
).
My one friend Ryan, who I haven't seen in years, was there. Again, a friend I sort of lost contact with, only to find that he literally lives about five minutes from me. So, slowly but surely, I'm learning I actually do have people to hang out with. Now if only I can find a job with a normal schedule!
My friend Mary Beth invited me to some tailgate thing for the Steelers game tomorrow, but I dunno if I'll go. If this headache is still hammering in my head like a Public Enemy bassline, I certainly won't. There aren't going to be many people there I know, combined with the fact that, um, I don't really care about football (not that football is really the point of tailgating, I realise). Besides, I have a ton of other things I *should* do today. Namely, I still haven't taken my mom out for her birthday dinner, I need to shop for some new shoes that don't have holes in them, as well as some new pants and such. I've decided I don't want to dress so damn preppy anymore. Any girls out there with fashion sense want to help me go shopping?
Ha. It's seriously been years since I owned a pair of shoes that weren't plain old brown oxfords. I'm thinking about getting these:
Oh, and I still want to smoke a little bit of pot and see Corpse Bride. But that'd be a solitary activity, and I am feeling social. And again, headache + loud movie = my brain jumping out of my skull in mutiny. But the Aleve I took are starting to take effect. So maybe trying to sleep more would be a good idea now, so I don't snooze away my Sunday.
Oh, and goddamn, I miss making out. It's fun. Well, sex, too, but let's take this in baby steps.
Dismemberment Plan - "Girl O'Clock"
If I dont have s-s-s-s-s-s-sex by the end of the week, Im g-g-g-going to die
If I dont feel a p-p-p-p-pair of s-s-s-soft l-l-l-l-lips on my own, oh, Im going to hang my head and cry.
If I dont feel w-w-w-warm breathe on the n-n-n-nape of my n-n-n-n-neck or feel a nice post-coital sigh
Cmon baby, you can tell the cops why
Oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah
And ya dont know th-th-th-the ice ice cold vice that grips my head
And ya dont know th-th-th-the burning, the burning I feel when I try to get out of bed
And ya dont know how these urges, all these urges, can be so very very misread
Cmon baby, was it something I said?
Oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah
When the sun, the stars up in the sky, you know its girl oclock
I dont know, but Ive been told its so, you know its good as gold, you know its tick tock ya dont stop.
If I dont have a n-n-n-n-nervous b-b-b-breakdown by the end of the week
Im going to be very, very surprised
So I completely forgot that tonight was my friend Pat's birthday. Well, he didn't remind me, either, so it's okay. Called one of my other friends to find out what he was doing tonight and he told me about the festivities. It was nice. There was a ton of us out. We went to Casey's, a bar I usually can't stand, as it's filled to the brim with jocks, co-ed sluts and frat/sorority types. Which, seeing as how our group was mostly made of ex-frat/sorority types, I'm being pretty pot-kettle-black right now. But we're unstereotypical greek-types, it's okay! Anyway, they have this outside deck that I didn't even know about. We basically took it over. It was a great night to be outside, that's for sure. And it was nice not having to deal with the usual smoke-filled interior (another reason I don't get where this headache is coming from
).
My one friend Ryan, who I haven't seen in years, was there. Again, a friend I sort of lost contact with, only to find that he literally lives about five minutes from me. So, slowly but surely, I'm learning I actually do have people to hang out with. Now if only I can find a job with a normal schedule!
My friend Mary Beth invited me to some tailgate thing for the Steelers game tomorrow, but I dunno if I'll go. If this headache is still hammering in my head like a Public Enemy bassline, I certainly won't. There aren't going to be many people there I know, combined with the fact that, um, I don't really care about football (not that football is really the point of tailgating, I realise). Besides, I have a ton of other things I *should* do today. Namely, I still haven't taken my mom out for her birthday dinner, I need to shop for some new shoes that don't have holes in them, as well as some new pants and such. I've decided I don't want to dress so damn preppy anymore. Any girls out there with fashion sense want to help me go shopping?
Ha. It's seriously been years since I owned a pair of shoes that weren't plain old brown oxfords. I'm thinking about getting these:
Oh, and I still want to smoke a little bit of pot and see Corpse Bride. But that'd be a solitary activity, and I am feeling social. And again, headache + loud movie = my brain jumping out of my skull in mutiny. But the Aleve I took are starting to take effect. So maybe trying to sleep more would be a good idea now, so I don't snooze away my Sunday.
Oh, and goddamn, I miss making out. It's fun. Well, sex, too, but let's take this in baby steps.
Dismemberment Plan - "Girl O'Clock"
If I dont have s-s-s-s-s-s-sex by the end of the week, Im g-g-g-going to die
If I dont feel a p-p-p-p-pair of s-s-s-soft l-l-l-l-lips on my own, oh, Im going to hang my head and cry.
If I dont feel w-w-w-warm breathe on the n-n-n-nape of my n-n-n-n-neck or feel a nice post-coital sigh
Cmon baby, you can tell the cops why
Oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah
And ya dont know th-th-th-the ice ice cold vice that grips my head
And ya dont know th-th-th-the burning, the burning I feel when I try to get out of bed
And ya dont know how these urges, all these urges, can be so very very misread
Cmon baby, was it something I said?
Oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah
When the sun, the stars up in the sky, you know its girl oclock
I dont know, but Ive been told its so, you know its good as gold, you know its tick tock ya dont stop.
If I dont have a n-n-n-n-nervous b-b-b-breakdown by the end of the week
Im going to be very, very surprised