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So i said that last novel would be continued but i think i blew a fuse writing all that useless stuff last time. Basically i wanted to write about last weekend in Austin when i realized that where i live sucks a lot and Austin is pretty and cool and sooooo not like this place. I decided i like journalism again and i still hate my photography professor and my cousin D got me a little bit.....pleasantly lit shall i say. I was just a little happy this past weekend but i totally celebrated my birthday and had fun with him and his friends.

One of them looked like a young version of Matthew McConohay (ok, that is the second time on this blog i have butchered the spelling of that man's name. But use your phonics skills. I know you were hooked on them too, you'll work it out and know who i am talking about). Anyway this hottie was realy really ringing my bell. I was ready to pounce on him and....like....do things to him. But alas he had a girl. And she must have known what she had because she clung to him like seran wrap. I mean for real. And then my cousin goes and tells me that this guy was totally into black chicks. His girlfriend was white though but being with him all night was physically painful. He had dimples and everything. I honestly thought i was in love for like two minutes when he hugged me and was chatting me up. Then his girlfriend's head pops out of bloody nowhere and she made a comment about how i had a long tongue which would make a lesbian happy. Hmmn. Was that a shot at me? I was too happy to care though.

Then this other wild guy (also of the lighter persuation) was completely wasted and really taking a liking to me. He was so drunk and his girlfriend was there too and she was the passive aggressive type who was pissed at him all night. I think it had to do with the fact that he was following me around and chatting me up and asking me to smack his....and i quote..."white ass." He kept singing "Ooooh i think she like me!" and even abandoned his girl when we decided to go to another bar. Then at some point, when i was in a rather advanced stage of happy, i was dancing with him and had to stop when he did this wierd thing that looked like he was trying to go down on me. Wow. Did not need that.

I sobered up pretty quickly....mainly because i wasn't drunk but a little bit lit. It was fun watching the drunk people and hanging out with D is always an experience. Always. He is the only person who can get me to drink. Ever.

We went to his friend's house party at some point in the night and they had this huge ice block with a groove drilled all down the center. The point? The block is on an angled table thing and you sit at the bottom with your mouth at the mouth of the bottom of the groove and someone at the top pours shots down the groove and you drink it. That was certainly different for me. But they gave me something that tasted like green apples. See, i do not need them making gum flavoured alcohol because my ass will be hella drunk all the time.

I was not proud of my drinking but not upset by it either. I do not drink habitually and figured i could this time since my 21st was a non-entity. PLus i had been sick all week and my birthday sucked. I figured drinking was the smart thing to do. Plus i didn't get drunk. Well done me!

It was a fun night, weekend, whatever. I had a good time and kept my clothes on. Yay me.

Ok, now i sound like an alcoholic whore. I'm really not. Isn't it funny how guilty people always assert their innocence with vehemence? But seriously. I'm not.