D-Dun D-Dun

I'm making this post mostly because some people thought my status on Gchat was in reference to a blog post. "[I'm] letting all the ladies know what guys talk about. You know, the finer things in life. Check it out." This is actually the beginning of Sisqo's Thong Song.

This weekend has so far been a shining example of things I look forward to turn out shitty. As it stands my Japanese final was the best thing this weekend! First I went to a barbeque that was very very poorly planned which ended up with me spending several hours at the grill turning meat with a knife and fork singeing all the hair off my hands because there were no grill tools to be found, while everyone else tried to calm a drunk buddy down from yelling his racial rant as loud as possible. I need to stop being the kind of person who takes charge of situations simply because I don't feel I can trust anyone else to do it right, which is going to be a hard thing to do, especially because it'll probably get fucked up if I don't do it. I'm going to get pissed either way, dammit.

Then instead of going to an end-of-the-year party I played Settlers of Catan with my roommate, his girlfriend, and then another friend & girlfriend. It took about 30 seconds for me to want to slit my own throat. It's hard to explain the dynamic in blog form, let alone condensed and readable, but let me just say that one is a huge pushover, has nothing good to say about anything, repeats the same non-jokes over and over, and is a know-it-all.

I'm more than a little pissed and frustrated with him because of tonight. Tonight we tried to see a movie I really want to see. I was tied up at a dinner beforehand, so I forgot to tell anyone to get tickets early but they should've known to get tickets early and didn't; I can't be expected to hand-hold everyone. Still, this is the first time in a long while that I've hung out with these friends in a social setting on a weekend that isn't sitting around someone's damn apartment drinking wine, and perhaps the first time in over a year seeing this one particular friend outside of an apartment.

Well, with no tickets, what do we do? Can we decide on another movie? Apparently not. I suggest no less than 4 things we can do, and after making the case for not staying at our apartment for yet another Saturday night, we settle on pool. I'm almost at the pool hall when I get the phone call from the friends I'm meeting that my roommate will not be joining us because he was tired. At 10 PM. The time at which the movie he was going to see started. Even though I got only 5 hours of sleep the night before, he was more tired. And he couldn't even be the one to tell me, or have the balls to speak up before we drove off.

I don't need to hear your lame excuses on why you don't hang out ever anymore--I already expect that to be the status quo. I'd long since given up on you, but this is what I get for trying just one more time. The worst part is, I don't even bitch about this to mutual friends because that will only paint me in a negative light! Thus, I have to blog about it all passive-aggressive style here. Fucking hell.

I was going to write a more optimistic post than this, but look what it deteriorated into. At least it's all out now, and hopefully my batteries will be recharged for a Sunday that should be way better than Friday and Saturday.