Yes, it's starting to get a little late and yes, I still have mucho mucho studying to do for my behavioral neuroscience exam tomorrow. But I feel like I have too much to say and I want to say it even though I don't know if anyone will read it. And, as always, the best time to procrastinate is when you can least afford it. Yay self-handicapping!
Anyway, here is what I have to say. Blake is 21. KC and I threw him a party this weekend, a formal black and white (sort of) affair. And it was pretty awesome, or at least it would have been if the 16(ish) drinks I consumed had gotten me drunk enough to actually enjoy myself. The whole time I was too stressed and self-conscious and worrying about Jake to really talk to anyone or relax. I don't know when I will learn that having parties is too stressful and that worrying about getting paid back for the shittons you just spent on food and decor and alcohol is always fruitless and a pain in the ass. Basically, people are really shitty. Most people. Not all, but most. If you're reading this and you didn't donate the measley $5 we asked for, you should go shoot yourself in the foot. Shame on you. It would be so easy to have tons of parties if only people would do their part.
Next, I'm maybe starting to feel the post-E depression from Friday night. It's not a real depression, and it's so obviously chemically-induced (isn't it all though?) that I can't take it seriously. But I'm starting to feel sad about the world in general, sad about my friends, sad about the way I feel about myself, sad about everything. I know it's not real and I know it will pass, but it would be so nice to have someone next to me holding me until I can be happy again.
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Did you keep track of who paid and who didn't? It would be much more productive to remind the people who forgot than to be secretly pissed at them and never get your money back.
Because I'm sure that most everyone who failed to pay just forgot. I would have forgotten if I hadn't happened to glance at the invitation on my way out the door.
These are your friends. Have a little faith and ask them for the money they owe you.
I'll hold you my love!
Actually, a month or so ago I did E three times in 2 weeks and had a kind of lingering depression from it, but it all got better and the nights spent on the E were totally worth it.
I miss you deeply, by the way.
Serena,
KC did all of the above. People are still shitty. And I do have faith, but I think it's fair to let me be a little emotional once in awhile.
Bird,
I love you.
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