It's currently 2:50 in the AM on what is no longer Halloween. The ride back from Urbana earlier this evening was quick until we had to take a detour to drop off Juan and Crystal at her car at Belmont and Narragansett (apparently I spelled that correctly on my first attempt, which is pretty bad-ass). It was about 9 o'clock when I walked in my front door and about 10:10 when I walked back out-- showered (but not shaved) and back to smelling like a respectable human being-- en route to dropping the car I loaned back in my dad's neighborhood.
I couldn't find a good segue from what I just wrote into what I'd like to write about so I think I'll just make a few bullet-points to cover this weekend's activities.
- [soberly] yelling at a car from the window of my (parked) car, something a long the lines of "you stole my idea [for a costume], you sonuvabitch!" The girl was dressed as a pirate and my costume consisted of a pirate-gown type thing with a pirate-hook, plus a Santa hat and red pants. Also, I wore my Converse in case I wanted to be The Spirit.
-Tiki using an extremely solid and durable glass beer-mug to shatter the screen of his TV.
-Tiki with a deep gash on his wrist caused by his second swing at the TV.
-Tiki's wound opening numerous times due to being hit with a frisbee, hit with a branch, hitting Sam, and so on.
-Me and Matsuo peeing on Tiki's floor.
-Tiki peeing on Tiki's floor.
-Max dressed as Dr. Manhattan, completely hairless and naked (not to mention entirely blue).
-The rim of the toilet seat as a platform for Tiki's blood, Max's blue, and various pubes.
-Tiki upset that everyone trashed his room (in his bed: a cracked egg, mustard, several gumballs, maybe some urine. On his door/doorknob: shaving cream, small pieces of paper, a condom, black face paint.
-Tiki learning that most of the damage (including the mustard and the egg) was his own doing.
-Learning to walk the way Tiki does when he's belligerently drunk, which is kind of a cross between a slow, original Dawn of the Dead zombie and John McCain (which are almost the same thing, anyways, but his walk encompasses the subtleties).
-Learning what Dubstep is, but still not really getting it.
-Watching MacGruber and The Other Guys, but of which I expected to suck but turned out being hilarious (which I attribute to the lack of oxygen in the smoke- and garbage-filled apartment).
-Google maps getting me even more lost than I would have been had I used to own faculties (which were on their last legs, at the time).
I don't know. It was a good weekend, I guess. I've been pretty bummed out about nothing in particular lately, and I had planned on this weekend being a kind of cure-all. I'm still kind of down, but I'm a little more excited to be depressed as I've renewed my stock in "I'll do whatever the fuck I want." Sometimes that means a balanced breakfast and a reasonable bedtime, but right now it means hanging out with as many friends as I can so I don't end up without any. There doesn't seem to be room for a girlfriend in the vision I have in my head, so I'll see how that pans out.
Oh, and I'm a little less worried about being an asshole. Over the past few months I've kind of taken on this mentality that everyone should be respected and it isn't necessary to offend people for the sake of offending people. This is all good and noble or whatever, but I'm suffocating my inner-asshole. Or maybe I'm constipating it. I think I need to move more into the realm of having an opinion as opposed to just being a bystander who tries to understand and justify everything.
So yeah, fuck everything. Especially voting. And that dude in Dekalb-- that guy's a real fucking asshole. I wish my life was more like it was when I had two good groups of friends that occasionally intermingled. I'd kill to hang out in Vivian's apartment with Vi and Dave and Briana and Virgili and not Brianna and maybe Mandy and Long and Frankie. Or the days of drinking High Life in my backyard, the nights where I'd tell everyone to come and there would always be a good 8-10 people hanging out and almost everyone would pass through at some point-- even if it means staying up too late to do coke with Dot and Teddy. I don't think I would be very well off right now if I didn't take a step back, but now I want to get back in and have and be fun again.
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