No title for this post, maybe the next one.
My history professor tells me South Carolina is the strangest state in the union, and I have to agree as I just got back from a road trip there.
...
I keep getting interrupted by the emergency exit alarms in the building going off.
You see, some people in college can't read.
EMERGENCY EXIT
Alarm will sound.
The staff have taken to taping messages on the doors pointing to the sign that says that right beside the door.
Read sign before touching door --------->
EMERGENCY EXIT
Alarm will sound.
So hard to understand.
Of course, in these people's defense, this building's layout is also really stupid.
There are stairwells at each corner of the building, and one in the center. However, the doors to the ones in the corners will set off the alarm when opened, so you can only used the central stairwell or the elevators, which are the slowest I've ever experienced.
Ex-roomate is a very good DJ and an all around cool guy.
I wish I'd got to know him better before he moved out, but we were both too busy.
That thought isn't going to go anywhere.
But this one will:
Some of my friends have livejournals, xangas, etc. I sometimes read, but never comments.
They're all intelligent people with depth and subtleties, but I
Delicacy
I feel that the style and content of their writing completely fails to reflect this fact.
jackass jackass jackass
Inferiority complex: I'll stoop to any level to bolster my self-esteem.
Maybe not, I think that there's two different points of view: I used it as a means to express myself and they use it as a tool. Different ways of thinking. Unless it's not, and they just don't write well.
It's not a sin. But using a/b for about and things like that are.
Of course, there are a lot of juries still out on whether or not I myself write in a way that could be called "good".
Wait, what am I going on about?
Express myself indeed...that thought's dead ending as well.
I had Bacardi 151 for the first time Friday.
Because each step in my descent into alcoholism must be carefully noted and logged so I can read it twenty years down the road when I'm wondering why I'm homeless and a junkie and say to myself:
I TOLD YOU SO
The first sip was alright, but the second nearly ended me. The next night, however, I was able to tolerate pulls from a flask with only a moderate amount of effort. It was a semi-formal banquet/dance type function (in South Carolina, that was the road trip [and ex-roomate djed, that's were that comes from]), and I ended up supplying all the people who came with me (7, six of whom were girls) from my flask.
It was great, I got to go in the girls' bathroom with them so I could pass it around.
That was the second time in my post 3 year old life I've been in a girls bathroom, the first time was on the day I graduated high school, everyone was making preparations for the walk and I decided to take one last stroll around the school in my cap and robes. I passed by the girls bathroom, noticed all the lights were off, shrugged to myself and went in.
Stall, stall, stall: nothing special, just like the speech I made at graduation.
Although someone told me I have a wonderful speaking voice.
151 produces an easier buzz for me to dance to, I shall have to remember that. There were only 6 people on the dance floor at one point, and I was one of them.
That never happens, I sit through entire dances and sessions at da club without participating.
Must have been the booze.
Also: friends.
I think one of them wants to not be my friend and instead be my girlfriend.
This is unfortunate.
That sounds harsh.
I used to be a tremendous flirt, but I've toned it down a great deal, so much so that it is actually shocking to people when I indulge myself. It's fun to give people lap dances when I'm drunk, but I don't really strip that much.
I'm trying to figure out a way to get her uninterested in me. An easier and more effective way than a simple I-think-of-you-as-a-sister is to sour the grapes.
Make her not want you and she won't want you anymore.
For example: make out with her, but very very badly. If she likes you because you're sweet, bite her hard when you kiss, just make sure she doesn't like it. Call her by someone else's name, be gross, whatever.
Subtle? It might not work for females, but it'll work for me.
I'm very good at maintaining the status quo.
It's in her best interest, I like her but only as a friend, and any pretension otherwise would only be neediness on my part, and it would probably last for a long time and then end very badly.
I still feel like an ass. If I just act like I don't know what's going on she might get annoyed and move on. Girls do that.
Souring the grapes is too risky to use on someone I actually care about.
I'm making it look like I'm a experienced heart-breaker, what with the turning phrases into verbs and all.
I'm not, I just run things over a lot in my mind. I'm worried and I, once again, feel like an ass.
I'm making drama.
It's about midnight, I have to stop this post.
...
I keep getting interrupted by the emergency exit alarms in the building going off.
You see, some people in college can't read.
EMERGENCY EXIT
Alarm will sound.
The staff have taken to taping messages on the doors pointing to the sign that says that right beside the door.
Read sign before touching door --------->
EMERGENCY EXIT
Alarm will sound.
So hard to understand.
Of course, in these people's defense, this building's layout is also really stupid.
There are stairwells at each corner of the building, and one in the center. However, the doors to the ones in the corners will set off the alarm when opened, so you can only used the central stairwell or the elevators, which are the slowest I've ever experienced.
Ex-roomate is a very good DJ and an all around cool guy.
I wish I'd got to know him better before he moved out, but we were both too busy.
That thought isn't going to go anywhere.
But this one will:
Some of my friends have livejournals, xangas, etc. I sometimes read, but never comments.
They're all intelligent people with depth and subtleties, but I
Delicacy
I feel that the style and content of their writing completely fails to reflect this fact.
jackass jackass jackass
Inferiority complex: I'll stoop to any level to bolster my self-esteem.
Maybe not, I think that there's two different points of view: I used it as a means to express myself and they use it as a tool. Different ways of thinking. Unless it's not, and they just don't write well.
It's not a sin. But using a/b for about and things like that are.
Of course, there are a lot of juries still out on whether or not I myself write in a way that could be called "good".
Wait, what am I going on about?
Express myself indeed...that thought's dead ending as well.
I had Bacardi 151 for the first time Friday.
Because each step in my descent into alcoholism must be carefully noted and logged so I can read it twenty years down the road when I'm wondering why I'm homeless and a junkie and say to myself:
I TOLD YOU SO
The first sip was alright, but the second nearly ended me. The next night, however, I was able to tolerate pulls from a flask with only a moderate amount of effort. It was a semi-formal banquet/dance type function (in South Carolina, that was the road trip [and ex-roomate djed, that's were that comes from]), and I ended up supplying all the people who came with me (7, six of whom were girls) from my flask.
It was great, I got to go in the girls' bathroom with them so I could pass it around.
That was the second time in my post 3 year old life I've been in a girls bathroom, the first time was on the day I graduated high school, everyone was making preparations for the walk and I decided to take one last stroll around the school in my cap and robes. I passed by the girls bathroom, noticed all the lights were off, shrugged to myself and went in.
Stall, stall, stall: nothing special, just like the speech I made at graduation.
Although someone told me I have a wonderful speaking voice.
151 produces an easier buzz for me to dance to, I shall have to remember that. There were only 6 people on the dance floor at one point, and I was one of them.
That never happens, I sit through entire dances and sessions at da club without participating.
Must have been the booze.
Also: friends.
I think one of them wants to not be my friend and instead be my girlfriend.
This is unfortunate.
That sounds harsh.
I used to be a tremendous flirt, but I've toned it down a great deal, so much so that it is actually shocking to people when I indulge myself. It's fun to give people lap dances when I'm drunk, but I don't really strip that much.
I'm trying to figure out a way to get her uninterested in me. An easier and more effective way than a simple I-think-of-you-as-a-sister is to sour the grapes.
Make her not want you and she won't want you anymore.
For example: make out with her, but very very badly. If she likes you because you're sweet, bite her hard when you kiss, just make sure she doesn't like it. Call her by someone else's name, be gross, whatever.
Subtle? It might not work for females, but it'll work for me.
I'm very good at maintaining the status quo.
It's in her best interest, I like her but only as a friend, and any pretension otherwise would only be neediness on my part, and it would probably last for a long time and then end very badly.
I still feel like an ass. If I just act like I don't know what's going on she might get annoyed and move on. Girls do that.
Souring the grapes is too risky to use on someone I actually care about.
I'm making it look like I'm a experienced heart-breaker, what with the turning phrases into verbs and all.
I'm not, I just run things over a lot in my mind. I'm worried and I, once again, feel like an ass.
I'm making drama.
It's about midnight, I have to stop this post.
posted by Sean at 7:06 PM
2 Comments:
Im a stupid I posted this comment on the wrong post.
"A 4 hour blog in the making. I = Impress'd"
I just leave the window up while I'm doing something else.
I certainly didn't just stare at a blank screen that long.
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