|Remember those days?|
This weekend I partied hard, more or less as I took photos for my theater at our "Fish Party".
The concept is fantastic, which includes the idea that freshmen should come to a party where more or less most of the theater company will be attending as well, and that everyone gets to know everyone and visa-versa. Well mainly sophomore's showed up, but whatever it wasn't like I knew half of those tiny people.
|look at this crazy bitch with her leggings in the water|
Parties have never really been my scene, unless they include a bunch of people I know. But it was all right, and I actually went swimming for like 3 seconds but spent most of 3 hours trying to keep my camera from getting wet. Also the best picture I feel like I took had nothing to do with anything.
|I feel like I should write a story for this|
The recent heartbreaker is a bittersweet one. Sometimes I like him because he's strong minded and sure of himself, but sometimes I hate him because he makes me cry and says all the wrong things. As the good old Mick Jagger once said, "I can't get no Satisfaction."
Well Mick, ain't that the truth?
I mean lets be honest here all you want is this:
when all you get are offers from guys like this
|"hey baby lets congregate and possibly have sexual intercourse"|
That, and among other things is why I'm pretty fucking pissed. The Universe has skewed logic sometimes. Either that or it's just got a pretty fucking huge case of Schadenfreude.