The Funniest Nineteen Seconds of My Life

It took all morning to do, but I finally rearranged my room, and I am completely stoked about the new set-up.

I'm really shocked to say this, but I did something I never thought I'd be able to do. I packed up my Gamecube and my Playstation, and they now reside in a giant chest. The TV and various electronics I no longer use, thanks to my laptop, have been put in storage. I have also turned the old entertainment center table into a desk of sorts, which I am currently sitting on the floor and typing this at. Perhaps this will inspire me to actually use this desk for purposes other than mindless entertainment.

I mean, its been well over a month since I turned on the video game systems. Or my broken-ass TV. I cannot say I'm using my new found time all that wisely. I do tend to frequent the bar most nights of the week. But there are productive things going on, projects I'm forming in my mind.

Its also a good thing I've rearranged the room, because it had been in the same set-up as it was when I first moved in here.

There were times I found it very difficult to live in this apartment, considering its history. Sleeping in the same room I had slept in before, the set-up eerily similar to its previous occupant's whom I was intimate with, yeah, stupid memories.

But I've come to really like my apartment. Its a good deal. And my roommate is pretty much one of my best friends now. We get along great, and inspire each other to work on things. I edit things for her, she commands me to write songs, and drink, and its a good situation.

I like my room.

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ok. Can someone please explain to me what a date is? I'm well aware that men and women sometimes have failures to communicate. But can we help each other out here? Let's be direct about things.

That being said, I had a really amazingly fun time. And I think I met my alcoholic dream girl. This girl matched me drink for drink. And pretty much ordered one for me one after the other, before I could even muster the yes I was going to say.

Our bill was a bit high. Especially high because the two bartenders that waited on us, rang us up incorrectly. 120$ worth of Absinthe is a bit much. A minor argument ensued, and we were both forbidden to have a tab there ever again. Which is no big deal since the bar is closing tonight for good. Oops.

But we had six. Each. And part of a seventh. Something tells me I really have a drinking problem, or the Absinthe ain't quite up to the usual amount of potency.

What really inspired me and my alcoholic dream girl, was that when we stumbled out of there, we passed another bar, and she insisted we get a pint of Guiness. So we did, and listened to an amazing performer, who played all the nineties butt rock favorites, like the Goo-Goo Dolls, and Oasis (which I requested Wonderwall. I'll admit I love that song. I don't care what you say). He had a little machine that filled in the rest of the instruments, so it sounded just like the actual song while he sang and played guitar.

We have a few things in common. Namely our abilities to consume massive amounts of alcohol and live, and we were both once engaged.

Unfortunately she also has a ex, of sorts, who she told me is bad news but is still having sex with anyway, which she did after I walked her home, as she informed me in a text message the next day. She also might be in Love with him. Or not, but she told me she also likes me a lot. Not sure if that's the like-like sense, again communication issues. And while this might not be the best girl to go for right now, I do kinda like her. I've hung out with her before, but only in group settings at the pub.

At least she's not moving away. Had me another one of those, which in the end is actually an awesome deal.

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I don't think I was all that hungover this morning, but really I was more hungover from the four giant slices of pizza I ate in a drunken haze at three in the morning. Pizza hangover. My stomach is still not feeling it.

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They are changing my work schedule, which is sort of bad news. I've managed to work 10-6 shifts for a long time now, and really like them. But now half my shifts are going to be the 2-10, or the alcoholic shift as I call it. Sleep til one, drink til four. Perfect for my lifestyle. Which is still fun, but man, I got to take a break soon.

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And tomorrow is paint ball. Ooooh, I'm excited.

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And the funniest nineteen seconds of my life, in the form of a youtube video, which I won't post because its NSFW and some people might not enjoy seeing two dogs engaged in intercourse, and then the dog on top vomits. But hey, look up "Dog Sex puke" on Youtube, if you feel like you might be into that kind of thing. I laughed for an hour. I am someone who appreciates these kinds of things.

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