Tipsy Melon. Embarrassment is for those that care how they appear to the public. Evidently there is an entire group of teen girls in St. Louis that refer to me as Tipsy Melon. Some might worry that stories are being spread about an incident involving an entire watermelon soaked in vodka. Others might be concerned about the other stories that could be revolving surrounding a certain instance of nudity. But not me. I do not get embarrassed.
My date for the Cowboy party ended up making out with this guy at a party after the party. She called me later to ask who he was. I had no idea. She thought that because I knew the host of the party and since I do know most of Truman's population, that I would automatically know him. She was embarrassed and unhappy with me for letting that happen. If someone pulled me away everytime that I accidentally made out with someone at a party, I would be getting pulled out of every party for the last 4 years. That would be a lot of pulling and I would never get any drinking done.
I lost my keys for the morning. I searched frantically for ten minutes causing me to be late to my first class. I almost flipped the chair over that I was pretty sure was hiding the keys in the cushions. I dug into the disgusting folds of the la-z-boy without finding anything except a Kerry for Prez button and a penny covered in fuzz. So I come home for the afternoon and dig some more after searching every possible place they could be. I searched outside, in the mailbox, in the kitchen, in my piles of clothes, in my coats. Everywhere. Then I went back to the chair. I dug a little more and heard a jingle of falling keys. They fell to the ground within five seconds of touching the chair. Piss me off just a little, but I'm happy to have at last found them.
OK Go is touring March 14th in St. Louis. I really want to go. Problems concerning me being home for my sister's birthday party, not spending time with my parents (which will make them angry), and having to haul ass from the corner of the state to St. Louis. I would have to fly from the Mville to the STL so that I could spend the whole weekend with my family and then disappear without making them too angry. Sister will have to cut birthday plans to the Saturday (actual birthday) instead of Sunday. Other needs concerning who is going with me. No one seems to know this band except me and a few of my friends who are unable to go. Rachel might go but she seems to be unreliable lately and didn't seem thoroughly interested. Eric didn't seem to care when I sent him music files of their songs. Everyone listen to their music and see who wants to be my date. Must be 21+.
I suck at picking Oscar winners. I got 9 right but only two of the ones that I wasn't just guessing about. Jamie Foxx for best actor and Charlie Kaufman for best original screenplay. It was about damn time. I still think that Scorcese should have won. He has been snubbed. Is it because he looks like a cartoon? Any way I'm gonna do some research and watch Oprah. I don't like Oprah so that means it is actual research and no me wasting time.