Weekend: 50% Complete
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Saturday already. Sleep deprived, again. Back from work yesterday morning, ended up sleeping three hours in the afternoon. Drove some excessively drunk friends around, home at 0530, played Company of Heroes until 10 or something. Up at 1400. Four hours, yay, got a bonus one today.
Oh well. At least my lack of sleep will really speed things up once I start throwing down beer and vodka tonight. Less sleep = less alcohol needed for stupid drunken-ness = more money back to spend on other things.
See, I'm not as dumb as I may or may not look. Even though I'm practically broke and two long weeks away from my next paycheck. I'm so FUBAR'ed.
But who am I to worry? Everything works out somehow, doesn't it? I don't even know how I'm gonna get home from the party. Or how to get there, for that matter. It'll be an interesting night. Hopefully with single babes - I feel I got a depression coming on again. Being single sucks. The one good thing is all the time I have to spend on other stuff, but not even lying under a car and working on it while engine oil drips in your face is as fulfilling as having a nice (and amazingly beautiful, of course) girl next to you in bed as you fall asleep.
Being single sucks.
Oh, and did I mention that my feelings for my last ex-girlfriend are just a little bit stronger than they ought to be? Uh-huh.. She's coming to the party of course, and the guy who lives there and who invited me, is the guy she wants now. And she wants him. Of course, they're not a couple 'cause that would be too easy, and everything is so complicated and difficult for other people.
Yes, I am actually complaining because the girl I want isn't with another guy. That's just how annoyed I get by people not following their feelings.
Anyway. Good thing I'll be drunk, as the chances of them flirting and such are pretty high. And that's gonna hurt like hell. But yet I go, just because I can't stand another night of drinking by myself again.
I'll just call it therapy. We broke up in April. It's time to move on.
Of course, that's the hard part, now isn't it? I've almost made it a couple of times. Meeting other girls really helps. Of course, every time my flirting attempts get shot down - usually because they're either taken or madly in love with someone else - I go back to thinking about my ex. She really is the most amazing girl I've ever met, with a personality and charisma straight from the highest clouds in Heaven. And she's hot. Damn hot.
Crap.
Oh well. Drowning my sorrows in pizza from last night. Not looking forward to seeing that again, but I halfway expect that to happen sometime tonight. I'm gonna get so drunk, I'll have to walk around with a warning sign stating that people can get liver and kidney failure by coming within a 10-meter radius of me. And my one kidney is already on the way to destruction.
Yes, it will be an interesting night indeed. Can't believe I'm genuinely looking forward to it. I have to stop this constant self-tormenting.
Yet, over to something else. Paintball is fun. Tried Real Action Paintball last week. It was so fun, I can almost see myself getting seriously into it. If I could afford to, that is.
Anyways, I guess I'm off to find new ways of making myself hurt. If I manage to get home tonight somehow, I might go on a drunken rant. That's always a hoot.
Dismissed.
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