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Last night just as the game was beginning, Jaron called to inform me that he was throwing a camping-themed party in our backyard. Jaron is my roommate; have I explained Jaron? I was a little put out, especially at the thought of a big raging campfire right next to my nicely aged, dry, wooden house, but the soiree was actually a huge success and everyone had a great time. I guess this goes to show how much I know about throwing parties. I was also a bit surprised to discover that I don't mix my drink as well as other people do. I have to have a couple mixed by other people before I'm tipsy enough to accept my own amateurish blends without throwing myself into a senseless fit of chemistry, adding tiny bits of whiskey and overcompensating with coke until the damn glass overflows. Shots beforehand! That's the ticket. Now I'm at the Red & Black again, pleasantly not hung over, ready to design some pages if the budget meeting ever ends. This work schedule is killing me. I need to be struck by an essay-writing muse soon or I'm going to have to, I don't know, take a couple more B's than I'm used to. IE for Macintosh should be shot. I hate these computers. They're the same computers I had to use in junior year. They sucked then and they're no better now. Fucking Apple bullshit design philosophy. How you like me now Mr job-jobs? I promise my next post will make some sense. Or possibly be a random bit of song lyrics that I'm not quite done with. So really, as usual, I make no promises. Nick ::: 3:39 PM ::: 0 comments 0 Comments: |