|long time post
||[Mar. 12th, 2007|04:17 am]
so i haven't posted to livejournal in years, but maybe now it's appropriate to do so.|
my night sucked. i've been home for a couple days. a nice relaxing spring break away from gainesville. so after 2 days of course i'm bored and worried that i'm waisting my life away. so after having a very early dinner with my parents at cheesecake factory at the mall i have them drop me off on the beach. i go to lincoln road, do shit, meet people, get stood up, meet more people, get stood up again, and somehow get home by way of people i know. by the time that happens i'm just glad to be here, safe, in a completely happy, safe, nice, environment. atleast i can't get stood up by home. it's nice.
well my night was blegh. and yet i made myself get out of the house to go do it. i have not made one single good friend when i was out clubbing, EVER. not once. and i don't have any idea why. people aren't sincere when they're out dancing and drinking. they'll buy you a drink, but five minutes later they're out the door and you're standing there alone again completely clueless. so many people are totaly willing to buy me drinks. i was given two wristbands for mansion (i didn't go. had absolutely no interest because i was already tired and kinda pissed) but then when things become serious, everyone's gone. people leave. things are over. done. goodbye. and i'm left standing there.