deckwreck

For starters, let me say that the new Blood Brothers record, Crimes, is absolutely fucking incredible. If you like stuff like that, pick it up; I'm thinking it may actually be better than their previous release, and I hold that record up as one of the greatest hardcore albums ever made.

I had my Spanish midterm today. I thought it was Wednesday. Ouch. It's a good thing I pretty much new everything, but damn, if I had studied I would have fucking aced it. Ah well.

I was hanging out in the courtyard afterwards and listening to my friends discuss Land of The Dead and go on tangents about zombies when the girl walked up. I talked to her for a bit. Then she asked me what I was going to be doing this evening and, upon hearing "Nothing, really," she actually asked me if I wanted to do something tonight. After that she suggested that we go see Team America. Needless to say, I agreed.

But, of course, agreeing to go out tonight with the girl I've been after for the past few weeks was effectively shooting myself in the foot. Not only was I supposed to go to work tonight, but I had half a semester's worth of journal entries, due tomorrow, waiting for me when I got home. I knew there was absolutely no way that I could possibly fit work, a movie, and an assload of homework into the evening.

So, I called work and told them that, due to my midterm tomorrow, I couldn't come in. Only a quasi-lie. But hey, problem solved.

So the girl and I went our seperate ways. I made it to anthro just in time for a really stupid discussion about socioeconomics and race. White Flight, gentrification and all that. What made it stupid was this pseudo-intellectual douche in my class who kept digging himself in holes by not expressing himself well when describing the innate racism in his wealthy, all white hometown in Illinois. Oh, keep in mind that my school is about 40 percent black. It was pretty funny. But after that we watched Black Orpheus, which was pretty cool. I headed home after class, ate dinner, watched some shit on my beloved History Channel about the Templars, and then called the girl.

No answer. Not a problem, I left her a message. A few hours later I called her back, and this time she picked up. And, as usual, she bailed. I have to admit, I wasn't all that suprised. Her excuse was that she was in a really fowl mood. So I asked her what what wrong.

Okay, there's a little bit of backstory here. After I'd been hanging out with her for a few weeks, she told me that she had a boyfriend. Of course, I thought; this always happens to me. But immediately afterwards she proceeded to tell me about how they were on the rocks and stuff. Afterwards, numerous female friends of mine advised me that girls don't immediately say things like that unless they have at least some intrest in you. Awesome, I thought; there's still hope. And so I've continued to pursue her, although in a more casual way.

Well kids, though I got ditched tonight, that hope has finally been realized. The cause of her bad mood was that her boyfriend had broken up with her earlier in the day.

So I let her off the hook on wating to stay home, because I mean hey, getting dumped fucking sucks. But now I don't have that pesky boyfriend thing to worry about anymore. This is the best news i've had in a while. If everything works out as planned, tomorrow night i'll be meeting her at The Faint concert.

And so, though I didn't get to go out and I have a mound of homework staring at me, tonight is a pretty fucking good night.