The Thirsty 32

Last night in the dual effort of celebrating a friend's birthday (seems like I do this 3 times a week now) and boycotting trivia, we patronized another bar not terribly far from my apartment, one that I've always considered a little douchy and fratty. Well, as luck would have it, on Wednesdays they have a 64 team beer pong tournament! With prize money! And that's the one douchy, fratty activity I can get behind!

We only won our first game, and our second game was a close one. Watching other teams take forever to finish their games, however, I'm confident with different seeding we might've been able to advance rather far. I will have to throw my hat into the ring at least once more.

The best part of the frattiness of it all though? The multitude of hot young college babes. How did we not get matched against a single girl? I wanted my opponents to distract me with cleavage too! Sadly, we called it an early night as our buddies had long gone, and the only action I got was from looking down onto the bountiful fields from an elevated platform.

But there's hope for me yet! I have a couple projects in the prototype phase. I was pissed off the other week because I had just found out that I might have a chance with this one girl I'd just met, and that she'd be at a graduation party the next day, but I was busy with the bachelor's party. And she was graduating and moving away and that was that! Or so I thought. Turns out she's around a little bit longer and I should run into her tomorrow night! So here's to hoping things go well. And failing there I have a couple more options to explore. If lab doesn't kill me first.

Insomnia

I cannot sleep tonight. Fuck. I've been awake for almost 2 hours now after 3 hours of not uninterrupted sleep. Something must be preying on my mind. Watching videos and catching up on comics is not helping ease it either.

Pretty sure it's related to all the wedding talk that's been going on recently, with a bachelor party fresh in my mind still, and at least 6 or 7 weddings coming up in the next year. I have this feeling of being... left behind. Unable to move forward as friends around me take the next step in their lives. No girlfriend let alone fiance; fuck, I haven't even advanced to Ph.D. candidacy yet.

And despite my efforts to improve myself--in terms of diet, fashion, exercise, work ethic, etc.--I fear my heart's might not be in it and I'm just too weak and will soon return to old, bad habits. As long as I'm aware of it I can fight it, right? My stomach feels bad.

Moral Quandary

It's been some time that I've been meaning to update the old blog. But things have a way of distracting me. Namely: Infamous! This PS3 game is pretty fun, although it's getting repetitive. I've beaten it on the story path where you go evil, now I need to beat it on the path where you go good (and on hard). I'm about 75% done with the good story, hoping to complete it by Thursday. But playing it is burning me out for Prototype and maybe even the new Red Faction, as the former is very very similar with a different power set and I think the latter is also comparable.

Things have been going relatively well. The school year's done so campus has quieted down, and I just had a blast at my friend's bachelors' party. It was good hanging out with my college friends for a couple days.

But I have the yearning to do sketch comedy again. To create something. I've even actually written down a non-zero number of fleshed out ideas! But I need actors. And locations. And props. And the motivation to make it happen. I've gifted one of my (rather hastily written) sketches to this anime club in the bay area. I am in contact with them because a friend pointed me to their forums, and I joined somewhat ironically. But they seem to be excited about making the skit, so good for them! Perhaps I will be able to mold them further into minions, mwahaha. Too bad I've yet to find a similar crew down where I live!

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.

New Meaning to Jew Gold

Today there was a quarter in the urinal in my floor's bathroom. I debated with myself for a relative eternity whether or not it was worth it. I ended up taking the non-urine-soaked high road.

Set In Stone

Forgot to mention: last night I got a fortune cookie whose fortune reads "Discriminating mind leads you in the proper direction." Ignoring the lack of an article in front, this fortune gives me all the license I need to be racist, sexist, ageist, and discriminating in any other way. Because who am I to try to change the future?

Century of Whining

The 100th post! And you guys thought I couldn't do it. For shame.

This past weekend was full of fun and not so much fun. Once again, I'm a little frustrated that many of my couple friends want to hang out as couples and do coupley things, as I found myself the 7th wheel (or really, the 3rd wheel 3 times over) at a barbeque. Which is not to say I didn't enjoy spending time with them, but when I want to go to a party I'd like to not be stuck talking about what wines are good and various wedding details.

I did go to my undergrad friends' Pants Off Dance Off party, which turned out to be a lot of fun except that most of the girls left within an hour of the depantsing and that it's the last party they'll throw before graduating and moving away. After 4 years, naturally my connection to the undergraduate world will be severed, but that makes me sad. Especially because it's one of my main venues of meeting new people and not having wine-themed dinner parties.

I don't think I've played a video game outside of Mega Man 9 in 6 months. I need to pick up Infamous, and Prototype comes out in a week, so this summer should be a pretty good time to catch up on some neat games. And with Uncharted 2, God of War III, and a new Ratchet and Clank on the way, I think my PS3 is going to continue to produce satisfaction for a while. And if anything's going to make me take my Wii out of drydock it'll be Super Mario Galaxy 2!