well, i sorta feel like a fuckup today. i was a little slungover when i woke up. and i think i've screwed my schedule again, and didn't wake up until 2pm...
but last night was fun. it started with a pub quiz at a local bar. if you don't know, a pub quiz is several drunken bargoers, divided into teams, who then compete against each other for fabulous prizes in a bare-knuckled trvia challenge to the death.
none of my friends were willing or able to go ('cause they all suck), so i had no team, but ended up joining forces with another loner/ regular there whom i had never met before. he seemed nice enough, but he became an angry and beligerent drunk as the evening wore on. it seemed like he REALLY needed to win that cash prize... and we sucked! i think we just made the top 40% of the teams, or something like that. and the MC refused to read out our team name ('rape! arson! murder!') when announcing the scores after each round. i guess he didn't know it was a literary reference... i did much better on the last quiz (but all i won was a boddington's t-shirt), and i also had female team-mates last time, which was nicer... but it was still a lot of fun.
and then, i went to the bar downstairs for a while... armed with my book, but i didn't get to read at all. instead i spent the whole night hanging out with some acquaintences who were there, and *gasp* i actually spent a few hours talking with real live people! i bet most people there didn't even recognize me, since i wasn't hiding in the darkest corner with a beer and a booklight, growling at anyone who came within ten feet of me...
now i need to finish designing my new business cards... boy, this is a boring journal entry. i think next time i'll just type out passages from pornographic novels here. that'd be better, right?!
i'm hungry. i feel like kissing someone.
p.s. just discovered that the cat really digs marmite. he's also started stealing apples from the kitchen counter again. i'll hear a 'thud' in the middle of the night, and in the morning there'll be an apple on the kitchen floor that he's bitten the hell out of!
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update! 12.15am
can i get a 'fuck! why?' oh yeah...
fuck! why is it that the only times intelligent, intriguing, beautiful women come up to me and start interesting and literate conversations is when i am an unshaven, unkempt mess? i'm not always a slob, i promise... damn. i'll take this as a warning to spiff up a bit before i leave the apt again. hopefully, i'll see Katy again!
but last night was fun. it started with a pub quiz at a local bar. if you don't know, a pub quiz is several drunken bargoers, divided into teams, who then compete against each other for fabulous prizes in a bare-knuckled trvia challenge to the death.
none of my friends were willing or able to go ('cause they all suck), so i had no team, but ended up joining forces with another loner/ regular there whom i had never met before. he seemed nice enough, but he became an angry and beligerent drunk as the evening wore on. it seemed like he REALLY needed to win that cash prize... and we sucked! i think we just made the top 40% of the teams, or something like that. and the MC refused to read out our team name ('rape! arson! murder!') when announcing the scores after each round. i guess he didn't know it was a literary reference... i did much better on the last quiz (but all i won was a boddington's t-shirt), and i also had female team-mates last time, which was nicer... but it was still a lot of fun.
and then, i went to the bar downstairs for a while... armed with my book, but i didn't get to read at all. instead i spent the whole night hanging out with some acquaintences who were there, and *gasp* i actually spent a few hours talking with real live people! i bet most people there didn't even recognize me, since i wasn't hiding in the darkest corner with a beer and a booklight, growling at anyone who came within ten feet of me...
now i need to finish designing my new business cards... boy, this is a boring journal entry. i think next time i'll just type out passages from pornographic novels here. that'd be better, right?!
i'm hungry. i feel like kissing someone.
p.s. just discovered that the cat really digs marmite. he's also started stealing apples from the kitchen counter again. i'll hear a 'thud' in the middle of the night, and in the morning there'll be an apple on the kitchen floor that he's bitten the hell out of!
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update! 12.15am
can i get a 'fuck! why?' oh yeah...
fuck! why is it that the only times intelligent, intriguing, beautiful women come up to me and start interesting and literate conversations is when i am an unshaven, unkempt mess? i'm not always a slob, i promise... damn. i'll take this as a warning to spiff up a bit before i leave the apt again. hopefully, i'll see Katy again!
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If a girl comes up and talks to you, she's got some interest...shaven or not. You can still invite them to meet another day, then show up spiffy and you're even better than when they first met you.......ah ha!
what's marmite?
that was a funny catch