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rfmcdonaldKeep in mind that as I write this, I'm drunker than I've ever been before, so be patient.
I got, after spending time chatting on AIM, to The Wave (UPEI's campus bar) at 9:20 pm. I was alone for the first quarter-hour, but then I saw John (Maria McQuaid's boyfriend) from British History 261. He invited me over, alongside Kim and Kirsten (two cute girls), and then I stayed with them for the next hour-and-a-half drinking with them.
Got free beer tickets, which was good. Didn't know Keith's was a Labatt beer, which is nice. God, I'm drunk--two Keith's, a white wine, a Bacardie Silver, and something else.
There are times when I think I was wrong to identify myself as bi, and that, in fact, I'm gay. Fortunately I'm disproven whenever I see really hot girls in the bar, especially barmaids. Ah, lovely people they, with tight-fitting uniforms that tend to reveal their ample cleavage on exceptionally fit bodies.
A suggestion: The stimulation of sexual desire depends highly on the relationship between that which is revealed (an ample cleavage, a fit abdominal area) and that which is not (the details of both). Thoughts?
Afterwards, I linked up with Andrew and Adam, getting progressively drunken as we waited for Negative J's angst-ridden industrial metal to end and for Port-whaever to begin playing. That was fun--getting drunk with people who are, at the very least, good acquaintances (keep in mind that I don't know how to use the word friend, since I can't think of any pre-July in-person experiences of friendship) is definitely fun. Ah--I wonder if I'll have a hangover. I met Miles, who wore a Dead Kennedys sweatshirt, and Andrew's brother Robbie, who beat me arm-wrestling.
(I think I'm becoming envious of people who've had any kind of dating experience whatsoever. I want to get laid, get a relationship, do something, anything but be this existentially alone. I appreciate that I have to discover life by myself, but I'd like someone close to me (physically and emotionally) to do it with.)
The band was quite good. A very nice post-reggae/funk group. Tamara was hot. She did, in American literature in the interwar period, a very good presentation on Louis Armstrong--quoted from Yetvushenko and everything.
I left at 1:10. And I've been typing on LJ since then.
I got, after spending time chatting on AIM, to The Wave (UPEI's campus bar) at 9:20 pm. I was alone for the first quarter-hour, but then I saw John (Maria McQuaid's boyfriend) from British History 261. He invited me over, alongside Kim and Kirsten (two cute girls), and then I stayed with them for the next hour-and-a-half drinking with them.
Got free beer tickets, which was good. Didn't know Keith's was a Labatt beer, which is nice. God, I'm drunk--two Keith's, a white wine, a Bacardie Silver, and something else.
There are times when I think I was wrong to identify myself as bi, and that, in fact, I'm gay. Fortunately I'm disproven whenever I see really hot girls in the bar, especially barmaids. Ah, lovely people they, with tight-fitting uniforms that tend to reveal their ample cleavage on exceptionally fit bodies.
A suggestion: The stimulation of sexual desire depends highly on the relationship between that which is revealed (an ample cleavage, a fit abdominal area) and that which is not (the details of both). Thoughts?
Afterwards, I linked up with Andrew and Adam, getting progressively drunken as we waited for Negative J's angst-ridden industrial metal to end and for Port-whaever to begin playing. That was fun--getting drunk with people who are, at the very least, good acquaintances (keep in mind that I don't know how to use the word friend, since I can't think of any pre-July in-person experiences of friendship) is definitely fun. Ah--I wonder if I'll have a hangover. I met Miles, who wore a Dead Kennedys sweatshirt, and Andrew's brother Robbie, who beat me arm-wrestling.
(I think I'm becoming envious of people who've had any kind of dating experience whatsoever. I want to get laid, get a relationship, do something, anything but be this existentially alone. I appreciate that I have to discover life by myself, but I'd like someone close to me (physically and emotionally) to do it with.)
The band was quite good. A very nice post-reggae/funk group. Tamara was hot. She did, in American literature in the interwar period, a very good presentation on Louis Armstrong--quoted from Yetvushenko and everything.
I left at 1:10. And I've been typing on LJ since then.
