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Well, here we are ladies and gentleman, things went off without a hitch as far as I can tell. I would like to take a moment to say, there was a whole lot of kissing going on. There, I said it. I've found out that I'm not the kind of inebriated fellow that I thought I was. I just ended up being really, really mellow the entire night through.
Last night was sort of a test for me, I guess. I'd like to think I passed, I planned, financed and executed all of this stuff without any real mishaps. Things might have gotten carried a little too far in some cases, but I don't think anything got out of hand really. There was a lot of making out in my bed, I wasn't ever involved, but I had a steady stream of hot chicks in there, sometimes I was on the bed at the same time, just not doing the whole kissy thing.
Jen an I were talking about the fact that weird shit seems to happen at my house. Things that people wouldn't really do anywhere else, they do here. Jen said it was because she felt safe here. I'd like to think that's true.
Over the past year or so I've sort of realized that my main roles seem to be those of either observer or catalyst. I very rarely take part in the events around me, I just sort of, watch and remember.
Kind of voyeuristic huh?

T -20 Minutes and counting, heres hoping all goes according to plan.

I've been thinking over the past couple days. Everyone has those little unwritten rules that they try to live by, well, I've been thinking about writing mine down. Keep in mind, these are things I TRY to live by, but no one is ever close to their ideal self.
1. Never apologize for who you are. If you feel the need to, than it's time for change.
2. Never apologize for your actions, only for their consequences. You should never have to say, "I have no idea why I did that."
3. You are never really obligated to do anything, your life is yours to live.
4. Never refuse a request from a friend in need.
5. Worrying has never solved anything, only created more worry.
Meh, that's pretty much all that came from my worthless day.

I have a feeling that the girl's blog is going to end up like a lot of one night stands.
"....Well... it SEEMED like a good idea at the time..."
Just wait until you find that blogger secretly impregnated you during the night.
All of the work and none of the fun, right Rachel?
I've been in a loopy mood, when I'm around people, I've been crazy, but as soon as I'm alone, I realize I don't want to be around anyone and I go to my place to sit and stew. I haven't felt this anti-social since Les Miz.
This is a sucky time to be anti-social, I leave in like a month.... damnit.

I am a fucktard, for details go to Jen.
I've been distracted lately, I don't know, and it just keeps getting worse and worse.

I suppose I can post.
"Can I get those in cornflower blue?" My mom just gave me a puzzled look. She was ordering the "bedding kit" and she wanted to know what color I wanted. I told her green after that, but she was still puzzled. And only hard-core Fight Club fans will get that joke.
There's been a hella lot of happenings going on over here. Primarily of course is the much spoken of sleep over and the goings on contained within it.
My parents weren't quite "cool," with the whole Jen thing though. It just bugs my parents for some reason, which I understand on that sort of basic level, it's a strange dynamic. But I know if I told them I spent the night in bed with an openly gay man, sharing a blanket with him, they wouldn't have any real trouble. But when a man as articulate as my dad resorts to a cop-out phrase like, "it's fine, it's just not okay." And hopes I will understand... it's one of those cases where I know I could win any argument I pressed.
And believe me, not pressing that argument was hard for me, physically difficult. I've been raised to not accept things at face value, and to question and press for answers, not take the easy route. My religion is based on logic, there are some things that cannot be explained, to those I will turn to some higher being until I can be proven wrong. My parents know and accept this. But I need to talk to Erica, I'm not all that angry that she felt the need to tell mom and dad about Jen being there, but we need to talk about it none-the-less. This going around behind my back shit has got to stop. Especially if the party is going to go through.

A post is a post, right? Right.

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