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It sucks being alone on a Friday night
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Aug. 23rd, 2008 | 10:36 am
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music: Love Song for No One- John Mayer
I felt very accomplished yesterday. I was done with my Film 113 midterm and my docu on Cesar Montano for Film 161. Guhhreat. All I needed was alcohol and a bunch of peers to celebrate my detoxification and liberation from academic work. There was alcohol, alright. But peers? Nah. I didn't bother asking my high school barkada 'cause they prolly had dates with their respective boyfriends. (Note: I'm the only single member of our barkada. The other 3 have boyfriends.) I tried inviting people from school. Others were too tired and others had more important things to do. FUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!! ALL I WANTED WAS TO DRINK AND NOT EVEN ONE PERSON I KNEW WAS WILLING TO DRINK WITH ME! Of course, drinking alone was an option; BUT HELLO, DRINKING ALONE IS DEPRESSING. I wanted to drink so that I could celebrate, not sulk! Fudgeeeyshite. My sunny mood shifted to something "Tim Burton-esque". I ended up sleeping at 9 pm. So much for my Friday night.
Note to self: Does this mean that my social clock is ticking big time? Do I seriously have to find some dude to keep me company? Is being NBSB at 20 really that bad? Heck...NO. I am not desperate. I'm just...BORED.
Note to self: Does this mean that my social clock is ticking big time? Do I seriously have to find some dude to keep me company? Is being NBSB at 20 really that bad? Heck...NO. I am not desperate. I'm just...BORED.
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