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A long entry, but I thought it was interesting
Okay, I'm definitely going to take advantage of Blurty's unusual speed here tonight. Not really sure what to say, but I feel like writing something.
Man the last few days have been great. Minus the slight cold/post nasal drip thing. I hope I don't give it to anybody, because I've hung out with my awesome friends a bunch this week so far. Spring Break kicks total tush. Mos def. (By the way, mos def may have been a popular eubonics saying, but I claim credit for bringing it to the internet in it's current form. All my friends use it now. Of course, I stole "haha" and the overuse of "yeah" from Tim, and "bummer" from Amanda, but they took "mos def" from me. It's gotten so bad that I caught myself saying it outloud to my mom the other day. Wow. Anyway...on with the entry.) "Guy's Night Minus Baird" as Mike called it, was a blast. (See, I told Baird that I wouldn't call it "Guy's Night" since he wasn't there, but it's an easy name to call it, rather than going through all the trouble of saying, "we had a little shindig at my place where a group of males spent the night.") Anyway, what's said and done for the most part, stays there. It's the first rule of "Guy's Night", with or without people. I will say we stayed up until six talking, and I realized yet again how frickin' cool Tim, Mike, and Thomas are. Even with two of the males "attatched" so to speak (not to each other you sicko), the conversation was still awesome. I was suprised that Tim knew something about me. But it's all good, because we've got so much crap on each other that it's all okay. Plus I trust them, for the most part. Some people say Mike has a mouth on him, and that's probably true, but I think he tries to use it for good at least. Anyway, that's all I can probably reveal without breaking the bonds of man-hood.
Yesterday I went to Thomas's but had to go home ridiculously early. 9:30. My dad's been really fascist about times in the last month. It used to be okay that I stayed out until 10:30 or 11, but now everytime he throws a fit. I talked to him about it last night though, so I think things will get better. My mom's been cool about me being out later. I did have to go home at 10:30 tonight, but that was okay I guess, even though I was the first to leave.
I realized something today on the way out of Caitlans when I threw away my Pepsis (what exactly is the plural of pepsi anyway?). It's cool that I don't have a girlfriend because then I couldn't play the pop-tab game. Of course, I'm not a traditionalist on that game. I pull until I get the lettter I want (I use last names) and then I yank it off. Others say you have to go randomly and whatever you land on when the pop tab breaks off is what you're stuck with. I never liked that. Too much chance and luck (note the irony). Actually, lately I have been going the random rute a little bit. It's because I'm not as attracted to anybody as I used to be. But I usualy still pull off when I want to. I had an idea to write a song about the pop-tab game, but I can't figure out how to do it without sounding idiotic.
I'm gonna go now. It's been a long entry.