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This weekend was the worst weekend ever. Started out OK, but went downhill fast. Went to Boulder on friday and got insanely drunk.. most of that night I don't remember. Except for some homeless guy that was starting a band called Percussion of Mass Destruction. Brina, who was drunk as hell, gave the guy 20 bucks and he played us a shitty song on his recorder. Hillarious. Only reason why I stayed was because the bar behind him was playing a Journey song. Brina hugged the guy a lot of times and she wouldnt leave the homeless dude for a while. I fell down shortly after that (huge bruise on my ass) and then my night sucked after that.

Yesterday, I got the ultimate blow off by a guy I actually have somewhat of an interest in. Hungover like no other. Then, Brina and I got ready to go to a party hosted by a guy I was sort of dating until last sunday when he ended it. Then, some ex of his pushes me, a girl called me a skank (creative), and then I get to watch this guy (the one i previously dated) bring a girl up to his room to have sex with her.. yeah.. classy. Lucky for him I am not a psycho and took it in stride until this morning when I started to feel like crap about the whole thing. The party was crowded, we couldn't move to save our lives, Brina was the only person that knew anyone there. It was the only night when I didn't get hit on my 20 guys and its the only night I really could have used the ego boost (ironic eh?). I drank a quarter of a beer and sat around being tired because I didnt get any recovery from Boulder. I was a little depressed anyway. Lonely I guess.

Good thing was that my costume kicked some major ass. No one else had it either because I made the whole damned thing. Very elaborate Little Red Riding Hood...yep... kick ass. I think I am gonna call C Love today and try to figure out a better situation for next weekend. I need to go hang out with his friends.