Consummated Randomness

Self-mockery or Fluent Sarc 3???

For shits and giggles I am going to convince myself that people actually enjoy reading my blog and that my current week-long hiatuses are a detriment to their entertainment joy. So, amid this stack of books that are not being read, with cold-feet(it's freezing in my room), I will write a bit of an update on my very, very, extremely, outrageously so, interesting and entertaining life. Being the grand-procrastinator that I am, with regards to just about everything in my life, I have allowed a good two weeks or so worth of reading to build up on me. I'm not even going to begin thinking about the paper I have due on Thursday, or the poem (been completely uninspired lately) that is due on Tuesday. Okay, enough said about school. Onto the extracurricular activities of grandiose belligerence by way of alcohol hydration and sweet smelling smoke inhalation. The latter is a much more cost-productive way of escaping your mind(just in case you were wondering). So Friday night was a drinking night for me...drinking=drama=dancing=drunk-mailing endearing hotties who temporarily(hope) live 5 time zones away. The night started off innocently, with plans to congregate at a friends for margaritas and discourse until the appropriately cool time to arrive at a club came around. The club in question was a straight club (which frankly doesn't matter to me as long as they don't insist on playing pure hip-hop all night long) titled XS---it was 80's night and I decided to get in the spirit. Cuffed jeans, purple shirt, faux-hawk, eye-liner, and mascara completed my look. As it turns out my labor was fruitless because after a long night of rearranging plans, we arrived TOO late to the club and they wouldn't permit guys under 21 in after midnight (guys only...how fucked up is that---girls under 21 that drink alcohol in your facility will get you just as screwed dipshits). So...much drama later we arrived at some party with lots of drunkenly perceived hot straight guys and it was all I could do to keep from hitting on one. Then I learn that the name Steven Flood is much more common than I thought (but that is another story-for another time...let's just say my reputation precedes me). Anyways to wrap this boring story up, the night closes with me and my roommate and this guy who wants her bad walking up 13th street to catch a ride back to my car so that we could go to Steak-n-Shake and fatten our alcohol engorged stomachs.

Damn, I got long winded there--reveling in party stories can be addictive--so to move along here, let's note that my parents came to visit me and see my apartment for the first time ever, EVER. And, of course, nothing has changed...we still manage to fight about my apparent liberalism and their conservatism which moves closer to W's standards everyday (how they consider themselves Democrats and still vote Democrat beats the shit out of my rational thinking mine). It was nice to see them though, happily retired now.

Finally, to close on a more uplifting note...my beautiful, wonderful, fantastic, I-can't-live-without, 20 gig mp3 player is fucking broke. Broke as anything...and Dell actually had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to replace it (buy a new one) seeing as they can't do it for free because I'm one month past warranty. The uplifting part about this is the fact that people no longer have to worry about me busting out in chorus to my favorite songs while on the bus or walking on campus.

Oh...and did I mention that tomorrow I am rejecting my social deviance and becoming a born-again heterosexual Evangelical Republican and I will accept George W Bush into my heart as my personal lord and savior? gAyMEN!!!

posted by RPF @ 11:58 PM