I can't sleep again

So I can't sleep...again. So here we are, you lucky bastards you. Jay gave me a ton a good books I haven't read yet and I'll get to one of those soon. But for the moment you're stuck.

I have recently realized that I don't have a good way to blow off steam anymore. Work has been slightly frustrating this week and I haven't done anything specific to make myself feel better. But witty banter and smart ass housemates help, as well as turning the lights off and plugging in to awesome music.

However I think it's all for the best that I missed the toenail painting party in our living room this evening. My housemates are fucking crazy. Probably why I like em so much. I'm pretty happy that in a month everyone will be back...even if the job means I won't be around as much as I'd like. But I'll make it work.

I'd like to think I'm usually more complicated than this, but really? It's so true

Bonus points for grammar. Grammer? Grammar? This spellcheck is failing.

Earlier this week someone called me "nice". Umm what? You barely even know me! I could eat babies or violate giraffes or something, how do you know.

.......

Not that I do those things, cause giraffes don't deserve it cause they can't say no, and I'm like 90% sure babies taste terrible.

But still, nice is a terrible way to describe a dude. Nice guys finish last? I WOULDN'T KNOW. Maybe they were confusing nice with polite. But I'm a terrible terrible person. However I try to say please and thank you and I tip well. But nobody who knows anything about me could say that I was "nice" with a straight face. Read past entries and try it. I DARE YOU.

Hey look, music without screaming or angry. I must be mellowing in my old age.



That's me. 2 whole weekends in Toronto. Birthday. Edgefest. Wonderland. Jay's game. CN tower. Niagara Falls. A date. A second date. Karaoke. Drunken antics. Sober antics. I'm having a helluva month.

SpAmmy

Yay Thursdays!

So I had a great time last night. Even if my pants are muddy from LDH's route through the university on our rather vigorous drunken stumble home from the UC after the drunk bus dropped us off.

I didn't even really want to go out last night as I've been rather under the weather and only getting through work with copious amounts of aspirin and cough medicine. But I was convinced. Boy, good choice! Even though I'm hurting today. But I learned a valuable lesson, beer = cough suppressant.

So I'm having trouble describing how I know all the neato people I know, but it goes something like this:
I'm one of the red lines! Maybe?

Okay so a bunch of people I know won the intramural flag football championship and they were having a big party to celebrate. So the roomies and I went to a house where some of the players live (who are known to us cause we're all couch friends) to pre-drink, and then to another house belonging to a bunch of people whose relationships to each other I was having difficulty trying to figure out (cause I'm stupid when I'm drunk) to drink even more, and then we made yet another stop at a bar downtown.

Make sense? Get it? Probably not. All you really need to know was there were a bunch of friends involved as well as a bunch of cute girls I introduced myself to, and we all got trashed.

I also learned a bunch of new drinking games (games that are apparently pretty common....) that involve spinning coins and putting ping pong balls into plastic cups sitting on other plastic cups. We also played some I've played before....but nobody took my word that I suck at flip cup and therefore eventually got banned cause I suck at flip cup.

Whatever, more time for drinking! Plus some dude brought tequila! I love tequila! Even if Channy asked me like a bazillion times if I watched her take the shot with me.

The bar was great (but it gets a bit fuzzy at that point) but my voice has got that strained low growl type thing going on that meant I was singing (read: screaming off key) along to songs I know, and my legs are wobbly so I was definitely doing the "white guy shuffle" on the dance floor all night. Good signs.

But I'm pretty sure I drunkenly talked about women again, not so much a good sign. But hey, take the good with the bad right?

Speaking of which,

Okay so the little brother introduced me to this...thing. I'm not sure if I like it, but it's funny enough to post here. Even non-metal fans will love it. Actually non-metal fans will probably like it more.



That's me. Work is gunna be rough. Worth it.

SpAmmy