Quick CS Visit

1:33 a.m.

Oh, god dammit, I just lost the entry I was writing. Fuck god damn shit cunt fucker piss fart.

Heh heh, fart.

Anyway, let me see if I can recreate the gist of what I was saying:

I went to College Station yesterday to drop off a few items at Joe and Ryan's apartment and pick up a package for Colt that had been mailed while he was away. While there we had a jolly good time, singing songs and break dancing in the back alleys with reckless abandon, right up until the cops broke us up and I was forced to run through twelve different backyards without my shirt on to escape them.

I went over to Briarwood to check out the phat pad of Sara and Amy, two of my friends living in the same complex as me and my unstoppable crew. It was purty nice, except that the internet connection is unbearably awful. They advertise a "high-speed internet connection" on all their fliers, and I guess if you want to define high speed internet as being "like a few kilobytes per second faster than dial-up, ha ha, you loser" then yeah, it's the high-speedinest mother fucker that ever trafficked information to my monitor. I'm definitely thinking a few complaints are in order. And yes, I'm also definitely thinking that I'm very much a geek for getting this upset about it.

While I was over there a hot chick started sunbathing on the balcony right across the way from Sara's bedroom window. According to Sara and Amy Briarwood is heavily populated by girls like her, but no eligible single bachelors, much to their chagrin. I would be excited about this, but really, when you live in a college town, does it honestly matter? I'm surrounded by hotties all the time. Hell, I used to live in a co-ed dorm. Go one flight of stairs down and it's girl central.

Of course, now we have this sunbathing thing going on. So that's cool. I made sure that the girl across the way got a smooth view of my ass wiggling in the window, just in case she was hot for my bottom.

Cuz the ladies, they just love Lee's bottom, you see.

But who am I kidding? I'm not going to date anyone. I don't say that in a "please feel sorry for me" kind of way, either. It's just a general statement made true by the fact that I can't seem to find too many girls since Andria that I'd consider asking out, let alone consider a relationship with. I guess sometimes I feel lonely, but I refuse to let that drive me into just asking anybody out. It's not very fair to anyone if I try and date a girl just for the sake of dating a girl.

Moving on.

Later that evening everyone adjourned to Ryan and Joe's apartment for drinks and mass partying. Now, normally I'm not a big drinker, but this night....well, this night really wasn't an exception. I think I had like two and a half Berry Sangria wine coolers. Ah, Berry Sangria, the only alcoholic beverage I can see fit to drinking without turning up my nose in disgust.

I get so much crap for not drinking. For a while I attempted to not drink anything at all but I felt like I took so much flak for being a "wussy" that if I didn't at least sip on something I'd never hear the end of it.

And they say peer pressure is a fallacy.

The fact is that it takes almost nothing to get me drunk, I hate the way any and all alcohol tastes, and I never remember anything the next day if I got wasted the night before. Never. It's my one constant - if I get drunk, I'm going to black out. You try having that happen to you every time and then tell me how much you love drinking.

So, anyway, two and a half wine coolers. I got crazy!

Well, not really crazy. I ran around and attacked people with a blanket, but I do that when I'm sober.

Side note to the evening - we ate at KFC for dinner, marking the first time (believe it or not) that I have ever eaten KFC. Ugh. Really, I was just in the mood for some fried chicken. I didn't care where. But I do now. Never again. KFC is like the devil's own brew. That stuff is horrid. I thought it was going to eat out my insides for half the night. And I don't mean that it was a potty emergency sort of evening, either. It just didn't sit right and made me feel miserable the whole time I was trying to get to sleep. So, for the record, KFC just made my list. If you want to sample their nasty as hell mashed potatoes and gravy any time in the near future, I'd go ahead and get that out of the way. I don't know how long it'll be around once my satelite laser takes them all out from the safety of space.

And of course, since I was at Joe and Ryan's, I had to watch American Idol. God.

What in the hell is the fascination with this show? From what I saw it basically came down to a competition between the largest man alive and some other guy who looked, for all intents and purposes, like an actual drowned rat.

The fact that people are saying this sort of reality television programming is becoming more popular than regular television programming is baffling to me. And aggravating as well. I am not looking forward to the day when I will be unable to change the channel without watching somebody cry because they got voted out of the island/paradise-hotel/baby-pool/barrel-about-to-go-over-niagra-falls.

I'm just not.

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