Epiphany, almost.

To continue with recent topics, I will again speak of the girl two floors above me. During a recent conversation, she told me to tell her what I think. This meaning what I think of her. I had avoided it for sheer nervousness, but now there was no way I could avoid it. I could not be shy any longer. I told her that I think she is amazing, intelligent, witty, humorous, and all that. I told her that basically, I am extremely attracted to her. Apparantly, for her to figure a lot of things out (or at least put her on the right track) she needed to hear that I am attracted to her. I was assuming this didn't need to be said, being as my body language pretty blatantly displayed my feelings toward her. Or so I thought. Either way, it's now out in the open. To make it fair, she told me what she thinks. She thinks exactly what I had suspected; not ready to get into a relationship after just ending a 2 year relationship, though every day she's not seen me she misses me, and whenever she's not with me she wonders what I'm doing. Even conversations with her ex (yes, they are still good friends) have been growing a little more dull. Here come more mixed feelings. I'm glad on a personal level, because that means a better chance for me, but I'm also sad for her because that means she's losing one of her best friends. Now, she's gone back home for the weekend again and I miss her. I enjoy spending time with her almost too much. Almost.

Anyways, time to get off the drama of my life for a bit and talk about some other things. Last night I hung out with a bunch of friends, and some of their friends, and we were looking for a party. The first party we were going to go to was in the next town over, and as soon as we got on the freeway to get over there we decided we were going to go to one in town. So we drove back over there, and found 3 cop cars in front of the house. Needless to say, we kept driving. The next party we found was still in town, but it wasn't very cool. There were a lot of angry drunks. We hung out for a little bit, drank a few beers, but left very quickly. We ended up going back to a friends dorm and drinking, but the whole evening was a little uncofortable. I can't quite explain why, but it just didin't feel quite right. Ah well. We did, however, manage to sell some of our alcohol so some drunk bastard at the angry drunk party, so I'm up 10 bucks. Yay!

Now for the intelligent part of the post. What is the point of drinking when you get angry? Why would you want to drink if you know you're going to be angry? Every time you drink and freak out on someone, you're going to hear about it in some way or another in the morning, so why bother? Either cut down on the drinking, or do some reassesment on your life. If you think you have something to prove, don't get drunk. If you aren't feeling happy, don't drink. If you drink to get drunk, you have some massive flaws in logic. Don't drown away your cares, it doesn't work. Drink to enhance an experience, not to forget one. All alcohol does is intensify emotions. Don't be a dumbass. Or an alcoholic. Adieu. Josh.