And people say we don't know how to party.
Today has been pretty low-key, but pizza-full. Not terribly productive but pretty satisfying nonetheless. Plus we got both Star Wars and Star Trek. JACKPOT. Little Anakin still pisses everybody off. I knew it wasn't just me. Data is the Terminator.
Well maybe it has been a little productive. But I'm pretty sure I'm the only person that finds making chipmunk jokes to a roommate who's in pain productive. Serves her right for throwing ice at me.
And people say we don't know how to party.
This is Ombre. Well mostly. Picture a little bit of applesauce hanging off the bottom lip of the squirrel and it's pretty much spot on. (she may have gotten her wisdom teeth pulled today). I find the bag of snow confusing but I suppose people are entitled to their eccentricities. After all I do have a bunch of Mr. Potato Head dolls in the shape of Star Wars characters that I can't seem to part with no matter how many times I swear I'm going to light them on fire.
I'm a sucker for knicknacky crap.
So I learned a new game last night. Or rather watched a room full of people who obviously need more creative outlets then they already possess play a game new to me. I can't decide if it was a great game or some sort of weird torture for non-stretchy people (like myself). It's called "bite the bag", and it's almost as painful as it sounds. You put a bag on the ground and then people take turns bending over and picking up the bag with their teeth. However it's not quite that easy. First you cannot touch the ground with anything other than your feet. Obvious, I'm sure. Second, after everyone has picked up the bag you cut a layer off, making the bag smaller and smaller, eventually just leaving a flat piece on the ground.
And people say we don't know how to party.
I am happy the night turned out how it did. At first it was just going to be Jay and I going over to the ladies' house, but we managed to convince literally everyone else from my house to go. And Jay got wasted. So wasted. Drunk dialing his ex and discussing how Chachi is a horse kind of wasted. Announcing to people that he was drunk and how he needed more wine kind of drunk. I'm happy he had a good time. I was more content to sit on a recliner or couch and watch the unfolding events. But I was pretty wasted myself. I definitely need a skull goblet.
And people say we don't know how to party.
I also had some girl drama. But not the fun kind. More the she had a big break-up fight with her boyfriend and needed some "consoling" kind. For some reason she can't get the idea that I don't want anything to be with her. Her second chance was our second date, and while it was memorable, it just ended up showing me a person I believe wouldn't have been good for me to spend time with. The threat to show up at the house at 3am just reinforces this impression.
Girl drama is interesting. Usually. Jay loves the stories, so that's something at least. I think I'd rather just find a nice girl to date. Maybe I should try and get back into the dating world. Well not that I've been out of the dating game for very long. Meh.
So my quest for workable meditation techniques is kinda at a standstill. It's just taking more than quality time with a book or saving the world on the Xbox to keep me level lately. However it was suggested that I try Tai Chi. Apparently it's more about the health and spiritual benefits rather than the martial aspect of what is traditionally considered "martial arts". I think it sounds right up my alley. I know there is a Tai Chi society downtown, and I'm sure I could swing a student rate for classes. I also think I'd like to see if I could convince someone to join me, as that would definitely help motivate me to go to these classes every week. But first we'll see how much this costs and go from there, as I am going to be pretty fucking broke for a while.
Anywho, that's me. Idiot thinks we don't know how to party? I have nothing to prove, but watch for the sirens on Friday.
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