I’m just a crosshair.

I remember yesterday waking up and feeling blah. Then, just for a moment, I noticed how nice it was outside. I stepped outside onto the little patio and took a deep breath. It was.. nice out. And while I didn’t go outside for the rest of the day, that set the tone. I just find it funny how a little change in setting can make such a different in mood.

So today’s socialization has completely washed away the feelings of social isolation. (Though, Crystal, I’ve enjoyed your company. : D) It was Dan’s birthday. He invited over people? The usual suspects (including Trent), and some people I hadn’t seen in ages. And a girl or two I’ve never seen before.

We make fun of his mom a lot, but she’s so cute with the way she wanted to help out. He’s twenty, but she treats him like its his twelfth birthday. Just the way she actually made food, and his parents got a huge hero from blimpies. The way she kept asking if anybody needed anything.

We are so going to get him wasted next year. *laughs* It’ll take some initiative on somebody’s part to bring in strippers/strip club. By then, we’ll all be 21. (And I’ll be nearing 23.)

And while I probably should be devulging about Dan’s birthday, I’m thinking too much of my own right now. The desire to keep to myself has waned, and I now want to do something on my birthday. My damn day. YOU DO WANT I WANT, BITCH. I’ve thought about how the last time just us four guys were together was March 1st. That was just before Liz entered our lives. And, I really have no reason to shut Ashley out, either. Maybe I could just have Liz and Ashley have a girl day.

And then I think, I could make them watch Amelie! “Ha ha, you watch this NOW.” I know Cliff and Erik would stab themselves at the mere thought, while I know Liz and Ashley would absolutely love it. None of them have seen it. We’ve all been meaning to have a good game of Risk. And I’ve been having a hankering for bowling. And there has to be some White Castle in there somewhere, as Chi-Chi’s has passed on. NO CLAPPING FOR ME, BITCHES.

Eh, we’ll see.

We watched The Story of Ricki, again. That movie is ridiculous. A guy tries to strangle him with his own intestines!! FUCKING AWESOME!!! It’s graphic and corny to the point of hilarity.

Erik and I walked to 7-11. He wanted a cigar. (He ended up getting a strawberry cigar. How manly.) I wanted some bawls in my mouth. Unfortunately, there was only sugar-free bawls. And, that just won’t do. I want sugarly bawls in my mouth! I even asked the guy that always does the night shift if he had any, and he said no. Seriously, every time we GOTO our 7-11, he’s always there. He knows who we are.

I came dry to the party, considering Dan’s parents probably wouldn’t take kindly to a bunch of drunkards. I only drink if I’m staying the night or simply not leaving the premises until I sober up. (Which .. usually means until morning.) The company didn’t scream drink-friendly to me, anyway. Just a feeling. Besides, best not to get Dan smashed with his DUI fresh in memory. (What a dumbass, I swear. I don’t care if a friend needs to get home, YOU DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE. Dan’s a good kid, but ugh, he gets himself into so much trouble. YOU HAVE NO IDEA.)

I told Liz maybe we’d drink tomorrow night. Neither Erik nor I were feeling in the mood after the festities were over. Dan’s drafted me into picking him up after work at 5 something tomorrow, and then going down to Randolph to look at a car.

I’m thirsty. I knew eating a block of mozzerella would make me thirsty.

Mmmm, milk.