Nothing better than a drunken stupor to entice the best of journal entries. It's amazing how my fingers move so fast without my head much knowing what they are doing. This must be the best time to express myself... I just realized how the first two days of this Thanksgiving break, while Kristen is down in Tampa has been an extremely wondeful vacation. She would be rather upset to hear this
but I must say that it is so.
I just "stumbled" home from the Purple Porpoise, one of Gainesville's most famous college bars. I dressed up all spectacular not knowing what tp expect. I wore my black Levis, my Timberlands, my
best flannel shirt with blue in it to accent my eyes... etc. I was rather optemistic as I prepared myself. I packed a pen to write phone numbers, a Gold Circle condom, my pack of Marlboro lights, a lighter,
and any other essentials that I just can't imagine now. It's funny how it looks like I am typeing so fast but the entry is lengthening so slowly. And my fingers fall short of the desired key quite frequently.
I started my birthday celebration by having a full shot (at least!) of my newly aquired Goldschl„ger birthday present to myself. It came with a free candelabra wine/shot glass that was very nice and a symbol of my twety-first birthday. I wanted the huge jug of Malibu with the free mug, but could never have carried that on my backpack. I headed out and got a couple of looke from cute girls that appeared like they wanted me. I wish. I went to the bicycle shop where I bought a seat bolt in January and he let me return in no problem. that gave me an extra five bucks of guilt free spending money.
I toured the local used CD shops but nothing was very interesting. I wwnt as far as Specs but their prices were blown away by the mall today. I dreamt of going to Kaos tonight where they are having an UF-FSU amateur fight and then the famous hot body contest. I would have loved that, but walking or biking would have probably gotten me robbed by a black man. Such crimes are extremely frequent
these days as reported by the school newspaper. I consented to go to the Porpoise despite the fact that it would be much harder to make it out alive.
As the Goldscl„ger wore off, I got more and more nervous about going into a bar, which I know nothing about. I went in and the fool doorman said I am not twenty-one yet but let me in after I let him know how stupid he is. I went and stood by the bar like a fool and felt like everyone was laughing at me, but probably weren't. I finally got a seat and two bartenders passed up my stupid attempts to figure out what to drink. Eventually a gorgeous girl asked me and I had her tell me what was on draft since I couldn't read it from where I was/ I knew there was a special and opted for it... a pitcher of Miller, afraid that it was disgusting. I asked her if they still do birthday specials and she said yes and made me up the strongest, Sex on the Beach. It was good!
My pitcher turned out to be pretty tasty. A guy came and sat to might right and asked if that wasn't a lot of beer for one person. I admitted that it was but said I would try, and finished the whole
thing rather quickly. The Nebraska game soon ended and I realized that nothing could happen there like I wanted... so I headed home. Even now I can tilt my head back and feel fucking AMAZING!!! I'm going to lye down now and enjoy myself........
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