Blogging time

It's time to blog! Do you know why exactly it's time to blog in my mind? If you guessed that it's because I'm drunk right now you win. The wprst part is that I'm only home right now because I happened to think that I was sober enough to drive, and since I don't think I've made one typo yet maybe I was, but it was a little debatable I suppose. There is SO much I would love to blog about right now that my buzzed mind can't make out what to say next. I really miss it when I don't blog as much as I should. I want everybody out there to know just how completely ridiculous I am most of the time, and what better time to reveal these things than when drunk? It's a little unfortunate I guess that I usually write these when I'm stone cold sober in the morning I guess. Alright, I'm just going to get down to business and say the first thing that comes to my mind...here goes...

First off, I saw not only one, but two of the girls that I gave the infamous lap dances to a few weeks ago. Their names are Jess and Holly, and I must say that either Holly is a very unfriendly person when she's drunk or she is undeniably uncomfortable around me at this point. She can't even barely stand to look me in the eye for more than a second. Upon seeing her she ran almost immediately (funnily enough, she ran to go talk to this guy...a guy who was a part of the group I went out with, so she ended up having to sit right next to me, although I didn't so much as say another word to her...long paranthesis). The other girl, Jess, humored me for a minute and talked, but the conversation ended with a very ubrupt, "OK, I'm actually going to go now." Not even an explanation of where or why, just that exact line. For as much as Meredith tells me that they loved the lap dances, they sure don't seem as enthused with it now as they did that night.

While I'm thinking about it, I find it completely mandatory to mention why I was even out tonight (Thursday night at Skeeps for anyone keeping track at home). It was actually kinda random (I hear that I use that word way too often, but I stand by it because my life makes no sense), as I would have never expected the phone call that I received. Basically, way back in the day I hooked up with this girl, and through her I became friends with several girls from her hall. They eventually all became rommates and I got to know a few of them. Well, a couple weeks ago I ran into a few of these girls and one of them, Kallyn, offered to take down my number in hopes of hanging out since she was to become a "super senior" and wouldn't know very many people on campus anymore. I pretty much assumed that I would never receive such a call, but alas, tonight I did, and I gladly accepted her offer, especially when I found out that many old old friends from the dorm would also be present. Let me elaborate by saying that Kallyn is a very nice sweet girl, and I am actually quite glad now that she was brave enough to call a guy who is all but a total stranger, as it was an interesting night to say the least.

Let my drunk ass get to the point now as I'm rambling on about random (that word again) encounters that mean nothing to anyone. There was a very funny situation going on tonight that I feel that my loyal readers may find humorous. To make a long story short Kallyn just started "hanging out" with this guy, but it just so happens that he is the best friend since high school of her ex. Oddly enough, the ex calls and says he's coming to skeeps as well. The new guy goes to meet him outside to explain the situation, and eventually they're all seated at the same table with myself, and all the girls leave to dance. Out of nowhere the ex guy just says something like, "Wow, could this be any more awkward?" Everyone in an agreement, and I even began to feel awkward after a little while. I think everything will work out in the end, but try and imagine sitting there with 3 guys you've never even met prior to that night, and having to endure the first encounter they've had knowing one is moving in on the other's ex, and it's actually a little funny in the end. I must admit, I got a chuckle or two out of it.

What else is there? Why am I asking you, you're reading this now, you can't help me! There is a lot probably...I bet...I don't remember. If anyone thinks this is well written despite my numerous pitchers of Coors then I will be especially proud to hear that i write well when drunk. Oh, I just remembered something new. Steve and I, not to mention a bunch of friends from back home, are going on our annual canoeing trip this sunday, and it's actually going to take place only about 3 miles from my apartment. I'm psyched to say the least. Ok, nobodly else cares, what else is there to say...

Well, that's enough for one drunken entry I think. I'm sure that come tomorrow I'll think of like 80 things I should I wrote about instead of this dumb shit. That's ok though because if you made it this far without giving up maybe you're as dumb as I am. I'm tired too, so maybe I'll blog you all on the flip side. Seaman out!