2002-08-18 - 6:43 p.m.
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How are you boobing today?
"Breast you very much. That's boobtacular." - Drunken Belmo to Skinny Dipping Girl
So, it appears as though the weekend that will never die had more in it than I thought as last night, I had possibly the greatest time in the world.
I got a couple of offers for hanging out but my obligation was to @ndy, whom I promised to hang out with on account of I haven't hung out with him in a while. I got out to Brooklyn (after braving the storms of...well a storm) and we shot the shit, talked about our summers, watched the tape of the second Dr. Hump and the funtubes and tried to make plans. But no one in Brooklyn wanted to come out.
So we went out. To Commack.
If you could measure bedlam in "whatthefucks" than this party got 10 out of 10 whatthefucks. Although the police weren't called and there was no body count, there were random acts of blending and more unneccesary pants droppings than a porno set. Actually, 2 1/2, if the orangeshirtgirl tugging my underwear half off counts as 1/2.
Then there was the pool jumping, the "You look like Jay from Jay and Silent Bob"ing and the all too important Basement Rock Out Jam, where I got to play drums, guitar and bass (poorly) and sing (even more poorly), which led to me and @ndy jamming for the first time in months. Gotta have it gotta have it gotta have it...
Of course, it took more than 9 beers, 5 drinks of whiskey, a "Sangria Daiquri" and some jaywalking to take me down.
It also took syphilus and bacon.
The end of the night (which ended at 6 in the morning) was Charles in Charge on the TV and bacon in the microwave. Supposedly, Buddy Lembeck (the guy who played Buddy) had syphilus and shit, so me @ndy and Commack Pete decided to play "Mystery Syphilus Theatre 3000" with Charles in Charge, muting the volume and adding our own color commentary, with every other word being "syphilus".
You have no syphilus idea what syphilus that syphilus sounds like. Syphilus.
Anyway, this whole weekend has been very awkward as well as being fun as fuck. I'm getting very unnerved lately about a lot of things personally. I have a lot on my mind, mostly concerning the coming year (seeing as it's the last year I'll ever have to go to school again) and also with my not having anyone to call my own. I'm trying my best to hold myself strong and be independent of my emotions, throwing them away like old shoes. The whole War on Women is going rough, seeing as I apparently DO want someone, but at the same time, shit, I can't just be like "Wow, you have a vagina? Well that's just teh kind of qualifications I was looking for!" Call me selective, call me prude, call me anal about it, but I don't want someone who's gonna kick the shit out of my head with stupid fucking games. Fucking horseshit, fucking power struggles. I'm not saying I want a girl who's main reaction to anything is flinching or folding into the fetal position, but I don't want some sadistic bitch cutting me at the knees.
I've already had that happen. IT wasn't fun at all.
As a matter of fact, speaking of that topic, it's been coming up a lot lately for some reason. Whether it is comparisson of that relationship to a current problem a friend is having or explaining a memory I had of a place I walked past at the moment, I've been talking about it tooooooooo damn much and I know it's not healthy. Not that I'm hung up on it. It's definitely not a hang up, but I won't let myself forget that, all that happened and I can see it making me cold. I judge people different now, I don't open up as fast, I hold back way more than I used to and although you probably couldn't tell it now, I hold love as a gaudy thing compared to the infallible perfection I perceived it to be. I've been blessed and cursed by having two parents who love each other very much and who love me very much, which makes love a sacred thing. No terrible calamity at home that leaves me scarred, which leaves my slate totally clean from all negative marks. This is a good thing, if I never see hardship.
But I've seen hardship. I've seen my own emotions used against me, my own actions reacting on my head, my own words spit back in anger. I haven't known it like some people I know, but it's like yelling in someone's ears if they've never used them for more than whispers.
Ehhhhh forget all this shit. This isn't your concern and in all actuality, I am having a real good time this weekend and I'm glad to be home, with family and friends, right before I take the last few steps to move on in life.
Wishing for the very breast.
BMC
What did you just say? - What's he gonna say next?
