Been Partying hard.
Expecting a quite evening at home on Friday reading Robert Jordan's third Historical fiction book, "Fallon Legacy", and playing on World of warcraft, I was surprised to learn that "E" wanted me to go out and meet her friend from Chapel Hill whom she rarely gets to see. It was late and I was tired before I even left the house, but I always want to meet my girls' friends (see dating profile).
We hung out at a coffee shop from 7-10 (?) and talked with other friends, then went to a bar (the name escapes me) and met THE friend, along with several others. "E" was afraid that the night would result in dramatic fighting between the friends and began to worry whether bringing me along was a good idead, but her friends were great and hardly an embarassment to her. A few people got drunk, but we were at a bar after all. Nothing to feel humiliated about.
Two of our mutual friends jokingly suggested that we get a room. So, we did. It was conveniently closer to friends who would be carpooling with us the next day beofre we headed to the Renaissance Festival. It was also very sweet and romantic.
Renn fest the next day was . . . good? I guess. It was a gorgeous day, but we had got to bed ~5 am and had to wake up at 10 to get out of there b4 check out at 11. We also had to pick up people and meet others at the renn fest ~noon. So, we were exhausted from last night's activities and running on little sleep. Everyone else got less sleep than we did. Everyone was tired and cranky and getting on everyone else's nerves. The day could have gone better.
Went home. Got food, drink, shower, new clothes, sleep, etc.
Sunday I stayed home and kicked ass on World of Warcraft (WoW). Made a lot of money and am currently halfway to making enough to buy my mount! I refuse to buy fictional money on ebay for my videogame using real money in real life. My real money is worth more. There are actually morons out there who think that purchasing this fake gold is a good deal.
Monday, I went to class exhausted because, like the dumbfuck I am, I stayed up late kicking ass online. Almost didn't go, but I enjoyed spending more time with "E" and our mutual friend "Gwar" (no, that's not his real name, but you can guess what he's into). We hung out at a coffee shop and talked about his marketing ideas for pussy flavored ice cream. I think he's onto something there.
Blah, blah. Tomorrow's tuesday. No responsibilities.
I've been informed that I have literally written too much. This is the end of my journal entry.
Love Much.
Expecting a quite evening at home on Friday reading Robert Jordan's third Historical fiction book, "Fallon Legacy", and playing on World of warcraft, I was surprised to learn that "E" wanted me to go out and meet her friend from Chapel Hill whom she rarely gets to see. It was late and I was tired before I even left the house, but I always want to meet my girls' friends (see dating profile).
We hung out at a coffee shop from 7-10 (?) and talked with other friends, then went to a bar (the name escapes me) and met THE friend, along with several others. "E" was afraid that the night would result in dramatic fighting between the friends and began to worry whether bringing me along was a good idead, but her friends were great and hardly an embarassment to her. A few people got drunk, but we were at a bar after all. Nothing to feel humiliated about.
Two of our mutual friends jokingly suggested that we get a room. So, we did. It was conveniently closer to friends who would be carpooling with us the next day beofre we headed to the Renaissance Festival. It was also very sweet and romantic.
Renn fest the next day was . . . good? I guess. It was a gorgeous day, but we had got to bed ~5 am and had to wake up at 10 to get out of there b4 check out at 11. We also had to pick up people and meet others at the renn fest ~noon. So, we were exhausted from last night's activities and running on little sleep. Everyone else got less sleep than we did. Everyone was tired and cranky and getting on everyone else's nerves. The day could have gone better.
Went home. Got food, drink, shower, new clothes, sleep, etc.
Sunday I stayed home and kicked ass on World of Warcraft (WoW). Made a lot of money and am currently halfway to making enough to buy my mount! I refuse to buy fictional money on ebay for my videogame using real money in real life. My real money is worth more. There are actually morons out there who think that purchasing this fake gold is a good deal.
Monday, I went to class exhausted because, like the dumbfuck I am, I stayed up late kicking ass online. Almost didn't go, but I enjoyed spending more time with "E" and our mutual friend "Gwar" (no, that's not his real name, but you can guess what he's into). We hung out at a coffee shop and talked about his marketing ideas for pussy flavored ice cream. I think he's onto something there.
Blah, blah. Tomorrow's tuesday. No responsibilities.
I've been informed that I have literally written too much. This is the end of my journal entry.
Love Much.