That is what it seems like. Since the time of the guy whose name I did not know til now, I have been very uneventful. I think I would make out with an ugly woman right about now. That being said, now on to the actual stuff (just to see if I have an interesting life outside of boys).
I'm not drunk (shocking noises here). I have been around alcohol all night. Long night of bartending and seeing hot boys. The Lounge is turning into quite a hot boy spot. I was running my ass off all night trying to keep them all happy.
The Man of My Dreams is becoming not the Man of My Dreams. I have a new crush who I have been making eyes at. I just need to get him out of the Coffee Shop and figure out what his story is. He has no nickname yet because I don't even know his real name.
Project Improv St. Louis is having a second round of shows coming up in November. Super duper fun. I am so looking forward to it. We have been rehearsing the same form and making it perfect. PIKim is a rockin' dancer too. What more would you want from a show?
I went home last weekend. It was nice seeing the fam. Almost killed my sister for saying (when I was hungover) that my food sucked and I shouldn't cook that anymore. I almost jumped across the table. I got into town midafternoon on Friday. Got my eyebrows waxed (thank god). Spent time avoiding but hanging out with my parents and my aunt. Saturday, I cooked all day for the party that my mother was throwing for her 50th birthday. I don't know what kind of party this was, but it seemed like it was more a party to welcome me back to town than to celebrate my mother's birthday.
After spending a few hours at the party (I had been in town for over 24 hours and had only 4 cigarettes), the youngest half of the party decided to go to the Elk's Club. I did not remember how bad the alcohol was in Maryville. I bought a fifth of Blueberry Stoli and left it at the rents house. From that point forward, it was a terrible craps shoot to find good booze. I went from Absolut to Level to Burnett's. Not a good progression. I did manage to drop one group of friends and my sister to finding some new people. Found a girl that graduated a few years after me. Had fun with them. Found a girl that I knew through Rachel (Hannah since you were wondering). Got some weird "gay friendly" man to show his penis in a bar (I think that is worth like twenty five scavenger hunt points). Went to a frat house. Kinda convinced them that I was an alum from a different school. Still sucked. Went home and had some drinks with Mom before she went to bed. Wasted.
Never want to go home again. From this point forward, everyone has to come see me. No more M-Ville. I could not even handle a weekend. Maybe I could if I just stayed in the house but that is kinda boring. I guess it was fine in the house (when my sister wasn't there).
And my mind keeps coming back to boys. There is so much crap with boys. There are ugly ones who are stalking me. Like literally stalking me at work and the bars. Ones that send me messages on myspace like I miss not seeing them. I just want to get through the bullshit and find someone pretty and nice. Is that so hard to ask. But from what I hear, I guess I am hard to understand.