just went out to the pub instead of reading a novel i'm supposed to be reading in order to write a paper for the class whose midterm i almost failed... NEATO.
didn't get drunk, although i had a few casual drinks... then a few casual shots... then a few not-so-casual shots.
i think when i convince myself that i'm just not going to get drunk,
i just don't get drunk.
i only went out because two of my friends really stressed wanting to have me there.
turns out they only wanted me there so they could point out the boys they liked,
and i could go chat them up and introduce them.
WOW, even girls know.
i am good for one thing only.
i'm just so tired of the bar scene.
i don't want to pick up.
i don't want to be picked up.
truth be told,
i want to be in love.
and i want to be loved back.
but i don't know what love is.
(i want you to show me?)
bad, bad reference. oh lordie.
anthropology paper, here i come.
after some video games,
and some pills.
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