There are few things better than the end of a long work week. And that's what's happening right now. Twas long. But I never said it sucked. Far from that.
Tuesday was one of the best days of summer. Just being out and about from 8 in the morning until whenever the hell we got home was enough for me to call it a good day. Even better that I was at TWO Tiger's game. Even better than I was with my best friends. Even better that I ripped my work pants (always has been a goal of mine). I can't think how the day could've been any more splendid.
Today is my friend Phillip's 21st birthday. How exciting. I told my mom today and she asked if I was excited now that he could buy the rest of us booze. I laughed. Nervously. Very nervously.
Even though the bash of the summer that we were supposed to have on Saturday was cancelled, Phil said we will still have a Christmas break bash upon my return. I already cannot wait. You're totally invited.
Also, on the eve of his birthday, I spent yesterday evening having the best conversation with him and his family in his kitchen. It was great. It's weird to think that it's been almost three months since I was jumping around that kitchen, ecstatic for the summer to start. Time flies when your're...not dead...? I'm not sure.
Now that Thursday is over, there are only 13 days left til Austin. Also, now that Thursday is over, and I'm still in this house, it makes me miss Thirsty Thrusdays in Austin.
Don't ask me why, but I stumpled (literally stumbled...I fell onto my computer and it opened to this website) onto this article on askmen.com about young men growing up in their 20's. Like, how your you're going to come out of college at the bottom of the totem pole all over again. Yet, you're still going to find time to go to the bar with co-workers and stuff at the end of the week and other activities and its going to be the best years of your life blah blah blah. Sounds like a trip. It also went on about how your finances are going to suck because you're in debt, and the only thing I could wonder about is how bad it could be in 6 years if I already scrapping for every penny now.
The article finally went on to your love life and how you're supposed to date a crap ton of women in order to find out what you want for a wife. I'm sorry, but that's dumb. Going through all of those people is just going to tell you what you DON'T want in your ideal partner. Then you get picky. Then you're an asshole. Then you're lonely. Boom. Chain reaction.
Jay Leno must have been one ugly kid. His head/chin is HUGE.
I also thought of what would be a really good tv show. One that I would actually watch. But I am so ridiculously tired. So you're going to have to ask me about it privately.
My eyes hurt because they're open. Goodnight. Luh you.
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