The air is frigid. I woke up this morning to the sound of the air blowing through the vent above my bedroom. I had forgotten my glasses in my car the night before and had decided to leave my contacts in my eyes. My eyes were blurred and took forever to adjust to be able to see. I had been told that if I left them in my eyes for too long, they would fuse to the outer tissue. No fear; I had thought to myself.
I kicked my blue shirt off of the bed. It was the one A.C. had gotten me in April for my birthday. A momentary flash of memory blazed across my brain. It's funny. The rise and fall of something I thought was so great; Everyone has those right? Those quick and passionate relationships that burn out as fast as they fire up?
I apparently have a date with K. on Sunday for brunch and church. It's not one that I'd particularly like to go to but the thought of brunch is enticing enough. I still don't know if the physical tension between us could actually result in anything but to be honest, I really could care less. I don't like eating alone and she's pretty, funny, and I feel like I could be my shithead self around her.
Eh. It's Wednesday. Happy Hump Day.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
Muggy Monday
I'm not exactly sure what to make of this horrible weather. The rain is beating down on the asphalt as if to lay down the law. I'm on campus despite the fact that my BIO class was cancelled. Super annoying. Oh well. Today was meant to be a study/homework/partial blog day anyhow.
After leaving the brewery (one of my many jobs), I went and met with my friend AZ at Howl at the Moon, a rooftop bar at the epicentre. It isn't particularly one of my favorite nightlife destinations but I was lured with the promise of a very strong Long Island Ice tea. He didn't have to tell me twice. It was apparently a spontaneous party put together by his sister. It was a nice little gathering. Her boyfriend was there (to my disappointment). She was foxy. His brother seemed nice enough as well. Less confident than AZ but brothers aren't necessarily meant to be alike in every aspect.
The funny part was that his sister brought her two girlfriends whose main interest was devouring of two pizzas sitting in front of them. I've never seen two girls eat pizzas with such immense vigor. Then again, they were the chubbier type and obviously had no regard for their own physicality aside from the usual justification that men should probably like them for who they are on the inside. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself and grin facing the opposite direction.
After this short bonding experience with AZ's familia and their pets, Tweedle One and Tweedle Two, we were off to VBGB to meet with tripod three, D-Town. He of course was sitting fashionably at the bar, semi-drunk with a DJ buddy of his I had met during a prior encounter at the same place. (He still didn't hand over the $20 he owes me the bum). Shane, AZ's buddy met up with us as well.
I spent my time sipping on a beer and lurking as the two guys AZ and Shane decided to practice their approaches...did I mention that they're pickup artists? Yeah. My life. As thoroughly entertaining as this was, we did end up at Suite.
We went meet my friend C-Bear and her boyfriend J-Hoff for her pre-birthday celebration. I felt bad because she didn't have very many girlfriends. Her tag-along buddy was a trollish looking girl with breasts looking to spill like milk out of a mug...definitely referring to how pasty white she was. I was drunk....I did happen to slap my cheek against them....I slightly regret that decision.
That my dear friends, was a touch-over of my weekend. More happened but, I'm going to keep some things to myself.
After leaving the brewery (one of my many jobs), I went and met with my friend AZ at Howl at the Moon, a rooftop bar at the epicentre. It isn't particularly one of my favorite nightlife destinations but I was lured with the promise of a very strong Long Island Ice tea. He didn't have to tell me twice. It was apparently a spontaneous party put together by his sister. It was a nice little gathering. Her boyfriend was there (to my disappointment). She was foxy. His brother seemed nice enough as well. Less confident than AZ but brothers aren't necessarily meant to be alike in every aspect.
The funny part was that his sister brought her two girlfriends whose main interest was devouring of two pizzas sitting in front of them. I've never seen two girls eat pizzas with such immense vigor. Then again, they were the chubbier type and obviously had no regard for their own physicality aside from the usual justification that men should probably like them for who they are on the inside. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself and grin facing the opposite direction.
After this short bonding experience with AZ's familia and their pets, Tweedle One and Tweedle Two, we were off to VBGB to meet with tripod three, D-Town. He of course was sitting fashionably at the bar, semi-drunk with a DJ buddy of his I had met during a prior encounter at the same place. (He still didn't hand over the $20 he owes me the bum). Shane, AZ's buddy met up with us as well.
I spent my time sipping on a beer and lurking as the two guys AZ and Shane decided to practice their approaches...did I mention that they're pickup artists? Yeah. My life. As thoroughly entertaining as this was, we did end up at Suite.
We went meet my friend C-Bear and her boyfriend J-Hoff for her pre-birthday celebration. I felt bad because she didn't have very many girlfriends. Her tag-along buddy was a trollish looking girl with breasts looking to spill like milk out of a mug...definitely referring to how pasty white she was. I was drunk....I did happen to slap my cheek against them....I slightly regret that decision.
That my dear friends, was a touch-over of my weekend. More happened but, I'm going to keep some things to myself.
Monday, November 10, 2014
To A New Beginning
It's a fucked up world we live in. I guess, I'm just going to write about mine. It's been too long and I'm not sure what the precedence is for this sort of venture, but I don't give a shit anymore. I'm one jaded son of a bitch and I guess I've become quite the hated asshole in some circles. Frankly....I could care less anymore. Okay. So what if this is such an extremely short blurb. I'm fine with that. You can read this as sort of an online man journal or even a diary. Whatever the fuck you want to call it. This is how it's going to be and it's that way it'll always be.
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