I just woke up from a 3 1/2 hour nap, and I'm crabby, but I feel the need to update this thing. It's been almost a week since I've blogged, and I know all of you are horrified that I could neglect this for so long. I'm starting to lose interest already, this isn't good. My internet was down for about 2 days though, so thats my excuse. Meanwhile in blog -world, Bill was busy ranting and raving about God knows what, and Jenn was going a little bit wacko herself. I'll get things back in order around here right quick. (God, just kidding Jenn. I don't want to take away your precious BA job. Never!) So this weekend was pretty boring. Thursday, got drunk with old friends I hadn't seen since last school year, Friday went on a date, boring as fuck, more about that in a second, and Saturday some friends from home came up to visit me. Too bad it was Labor Day, the deadest weekend around here, because everyone is a pansy and goes home for the weekend. Goddamn suitcase school. The date you think, would have been fun, but it was with this guy I've known since freshman year, and he's a douche bag. I just agreed to it becuase I didn't want to shut him down because he is the nicest guy, but I just don't like him "like that". Never have, and never will. We went to a nice place to eat, and then we went to go see a movie. It was the only movie playing when we get there so we saw......Anacondas. Worst movie ever, but I'm sure you didn't need me to tell you that. And he kept trying to talk to me during the movie. I can't stand that. Here are some "snipets" from the conversations he tried to have with me:
(People in the movie are bushwacking it through the jungle)
Chandler: *honest to god, yelling* CORN! IT LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE GOING THROUGH CORN!
Me: Uh...ok, great.
(You see the dirty toilet on the boat, where all the pee and poop goes right into the river.)
Chandler: *in a normal speaking voice* Hey, did you hear about that Dave Matthews thing where they shit on the tourists?
Me: Yeah. *Doesn't even look at him, so he doesn't think we are going to talk about it in the middle of the movie*
It's not that it was a good, engrossing, super cool, non-predictable movie. I just hate talking at movies and those people who try to talk to me. A comment here or there is ok. But don't ask questions that require answers which will then lead to a conversation. You just don't do that! Unless you're an annoying person to go to the movies with too. But anyways, then we went back to his apartment to drink with some friends, and he bought Budweiser to drink. So I had to drink Budweiser after he had just spoiled me with 2 Rolling Rocks. I hate Budweiser. In other words, it was an all around great night. I really don't mean to sound like a whiney bitch, even though I'm sure I do. It was very nice of him to take me out, but he's my friend, and he knows that, so I'm not sure what he thought was going to come out of it. I'm done bitchin' and moanin'. Time to eat. Anaconda, bitches.