So here I am.
On the real.
Tonight I went to a shitty theatre major party with Ryan. It was really anti-climactic, but its most entertaining qualities were gay banter and good weed. I'm similar to theatre majors in so many ways, but at some point in our evolution as human beings, we departed from likeness. For instance, dashing about in capes is acceptable. Er... sober. Sober cape-dashing. It's like drunk stripping only boring.
Then I went to Corrine's, which is somehow like being in high school all over again. I swear she wears the same perfume/cologne as an old high school love interest (ironically now living in this town, I give you the great Zach Madsen!). Perhaps that explains the flirty attitude that inadvertently comes out of me every time I talk to her. We always have fun. She bought us pizza and we smoked weed, took shots, and shared beers.
On the romantic side... I did get Verto to pretty much admit he's way into me, but he was too fucking drunk to do anything about it. Furthermore, he left and kept text-macking but ended up puking at Qdoba. So I heard. Obviously my romantic side is sick. Har har.
Prior to all of this however, there was Sagan's screening at the library--an all around enjoyable experience that acquainted me with a whole new outlook on the colonizer phenomena through media, and furthermore made me laugh quite a lot. It's always nice to see Nathan and Paul... or... at least their presence doesn't disrupt my normal functioning. However, I'm perpetually disappointed in my own lack of ambition, and watching Sagan run her shit sort of bummed me out and made me feel inactive. It's whatever.
Even if I do look at this blog tomorrow and blush, cursing my drunk-high (drigh if you will) writing capabilities, tonight was good. Puking hot boys and self-constructed and construed world criticism aside.
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