"Wouldn't it suck if you had to poop from five places at once?" - T.B.

I've had an adventurous past few days. I'm not doing too well in my classes right now, but I'm working on turning that around; I figure I can at least salvage a C-average semester from this wreck. Shame on me for not having my priorities straight!

Went to a party on Sunday night, late. Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad. Especially since the people who drove here to pick me up were already rather drunk. Damn my conscience.

I had good talks with Little Dude last night -- the little man with the big plan. He's decided not to move to Seattle, and to stay in town for at least a couple more years. I don't know exactly how this is going to affect our relationship... We'll just have to see. I'm still not sure if I'm ready to legitimately date someone, but, as Teryn pointed out, for all intents and purposes, we pretty much are dating.

His big plans include working up to a managerial position at Rosatti's (not as difficult as it sounds, considering he's making the business $1000 a day as a driver). Then he wants to buy some space in downtown Normal and make it into a club! One of his new friends from work is willing to throw in with him, and Zhora has relatives and friends in this country who can give him advice about getting the money for such an endeavor. He's said that he wants to train me as a DJ once he gets some equipment, too!

This weekend, we're heading down to Carbondale to see Swedish -- she's got a show on Saturday, so that should be pretty cool. We'll likely only stay one night, probably at the Motel 6 in Marion. Yay for adventures (especially those that come free of cost for me because of Zhora's traditionalist chivalry-influenced tendencies). W00t.

We were over at his friend West's apartment last night -- that was an evening well-spent, I think. It was nice and mellow; we played some pool (Zhora and I lost, like, five times in a row to West and his girlfriend), and some Foosball, at which West is talented to an almost professional extent. I have to admit that I felt a little trepidatious going over there, just because Zhora mentioned that West is a reformed drug dealer who has done some time. But when we got over there, I was very surprised. He immediately offered Zhora some beer, and then he looked at me and was like, "Can I get you some soda? You don't look twenty-one."

I can't tell you how refreshing it is to be refused alcohol in a private setting. Somehow, that single thing put me completely at ease.

I've actually decided that I don't want to drink alcohol at all, except for the occasional glass of wine. As an intoxicant, it's too volatile and unpredictable, and it has nasty side-effects. So, yeah. It's not as if I have a history of being a particularly rampant boozer, though, so whatever. Not a big deal!

Labels: J*Palm, West, Zhora

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