ugh...
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I KNEW last night, that I had things I wanted to get done today... so why the hell did I stay up all night anyway? And it's not even like I did anything interesting... didn't get laid... didn't get drunk... didn't even leave my apartment... A few friends came over and we just sat up all night playing video games.
pathetic...
To be honest, I'm the kind of person that generally enjoys staying at home, and being by myself... it's not that I'm anti-social (not entirely at least...), it's more that I have two EXTAORDINARILY social jobs. so after spending the entire week dealing with people and being sociable, I really enjoy my "alone time"...
I can wake up whenever I feel like it, then lounge around and read a book... or work on a picture... or make some music on my computer... or watch a movie... or play my drums... whatever. Point is, I really enjoy being at home.
I also enjoy hanging out with my friends, and I'm glad that they always feel welcome here, and visit me often... I hang out with an extremely interesting and talented group of people, so when one of them shows up, we always end up doing something really cool.
But last night was the perfect example of what happens when more than one of my friends is here at the same time... for some reason, the only thing ALL of my friends can generally agree to do, if more than two of them are in the same room at the same time, is to play video games.
And of course, I always get sucked in to their madness... So last night I stayed up playing Evil Dead (Fistfull of Boomstick), and Kingdom Heart on the P2...
Now it's 9:30 in the morning, and I'm stuck with a decision (that I'm probably not qualified to make in this sleep-deprived state)... do I stay up and do all the things I wanted to do today? or do I just say "fuck it" and go to bed?
Fuck it... it's Friday the Thirteenth... I ain't going NOWHERE today, and I'm not gonna do anything but check out the insides of my eyelids for the next 10 hours, if I can help it.
... fuck... just remembered I have to go out to the Loop tonight and flyer the BR549 show.
ok, not a problem... I can still get 10 hours of sleep, if I pas out...
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...........
NOW!
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I KNEW last night, that I had things I wanted to get done today... so why the hell did I stay up all night anyway? And it's not even like I did anything interesting... didn't get laid... didn't get drunk... didn't even leave my apartment... A few friends came over and we just sat up all night playing video games.
pathetic...
To be honest, I'm the kind of person that generally enjoys staying at home, and being by myself... it's not that I'm anti-social (not entirely at least...), it's more that I have two EXTAORDINARILY social jobs. so after spending the entire week dealing with people and being sociable, I really enjoy my "alone time"...
I can wake up whenever I feel like it, then lounge around and read a book... or work on a picture... or make some music on my computer... or watch a movie... or play my drums... whatever. Point is, I really enjoy being at home.
I also enjoy hanging out with my friends, and I'm glad that they always feel welcome here, and visit me often... I hang out with an extremely interesting and talented group of people, so when one of them shows up, we always end up doing something really cool.
But last night was the perfect example of what happens when more than one of my friends is here at the same time... for some reason, the only thing ALL of my friends can generally agree to do, if more than two of them are in the same room at the same time, is to play video games.
And of course, I always get sucked in to their madness... So last night I stayed up playing Evil Dead (Fistfull of Boomstick), and Kingdom Heart on the P2...
Now it's 9:30 in the morning, and I'm stuck with a decision (that I'm probably not qualified to make in this sleep-deprived state)... do I stay up and do all the things I wanted to do today? or do I just say "fuck it" and go to bed?
Fuck it... it's Friday the Thirteenth... I ain't going NOWHERE today, and I'm not gonna do anything but check out the insides of my eyelids for the next 10 hours, if I can help it.
... fuck... just remembered I have to go out to the Loop tonight and flyer the BR549 show.
ok, not a problem... I can still get 10 hours of sleep, if I pas out...
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...........
NOW!
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then somehow i got attached to my friend jon's wallet chain on my pants and we had to get out, because we were getting thrown all over the place together, messy messy.
i was going to say hello afterwards, but you were no where to be found, or at least i couldn't see you anywhere.
St. louis huh. travel to that whole middle US thing was never one of my fonder memories, but maybe it would be a good reality check to california, I'll put it in my thought bank.