Late night. Not drunk, just tired. My good friend Chuck is in town for a few days from his Army Officer's training in Virginia. He graduated! Next step: Lieutenant school. How awesome is that? I am always in awe of the friends that I have, and feel truly blessed, and definitely perplexed as to why, they are my friends.
Kyle won the Beer Olympics tonight at St. Mikes Pub. Chuck came in a close second. Those two. Peas and carrots.
Kyle made his winning shot in beer pong after staring his opponents in the eyes, licking the ball, and saying: You're gonna drink my spit!
Then he made it into that damned red cup, and the place exploded. Only Kyle.
Chuck chugged a liter of beer and beat guys twice his size. I guess the army does that to you.
I scratched on the eight-ball in pool and lost to Joey after playing my best game in a long time.
I also learned how to play darts correctly. Once I master foosball and air hockey, I'll have all the bar games mastered, and a harder time dispelling the rumor that I'm a lesbian. I guess straight girls don't play pool, or darts, or foosball, or air hockey? Which I find bizarre. I was, and still am, under the impression that boys like girls that can keep up with them. Yet, when they encounter these girls, they are intimidated, emasculated, suspicious of lesbian tendencies. Weirdos.
Also, mastering bar games while a 5th year senior in a state school known for partying: commendable or shameful? Who can tell. I flipflop between the deep dark depths of despair at my social and academic stagnancy, at this state of arrested development I find myself, and the relief at knowing I'm simply taking the longer road, making it hard on myself and hoping for a better outcome. Mostly, I switch between the absolute-worst-case scenario, and the not-so-bad-could-be-worse-case scenario.
I tried smoking a cigarette tonight and was made nauseous because of it. Rejoice! I think I am finally on the road to quitting. Not quitting, per se, but drastically cutting back. I'll admit to liking it too much to actually quit. But I also like -- nay, love -- running, and the more I run the less I want to smoke. Novel concept, I know. Ha.
I am in a sarcastic kind of mood tonight. Sarcastic and apathetic, and fairly objective. Nonchalant. Very 'shit happens then you die'.
Also, hi mom! I love you and think of you every day!
This is me, signing out for the night to curl up with The Magicians by Lev Grossman. Think Harry Potter meets Narnia meets, I don't know, The Catcher in the Rye. It's good.
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