I went out with Keen tonight. We went to Phantom Canyon, played pool and got drunk. Tatum, the waitress chick who is a junior (Economics) @ UCCS is the shit. Too bad she’s a waitress and probably hates men / meeting men on the job. Also, I ran into Jennifer Berkbigler (sp?) from highschool. (Thanks for the name, Tore! God, I abuse him when it comes to me getting people’s names …) She is fine-ass, and doing well to boot. Regardless, we played pool, it was good. And then Keen started thinking about *his* ice queen, then decided to drown his sorrow in alcohol, so we went over to Tequila’s on the way home and he had a backdraft. (To the uninformed, a backdraft consists of like 2 mid-proof liquors and a shot of Bacardi 151. You light the Bacardi and put your hand over the top … the results in an emulsified cloud of Bacardi + Oxygen, which you then inhale. Then you drink the remaining alcohol, and recap the glass with your hand, again emulsifying the remaining alcohol, which you then breathe again. Results: 1 shot of Bacardi *in your lungs* (which means you’re breathing almost pure alcohol), and then 2 shots of hard liquor. Plus breathing some more liquor.) Then we stumbled over to 15C, where Keen said that someone named Janelle wanted a cigarette. I was like “WHAT THE FUCK!?” because I thought Janelle, you know, The Janelle, but instead it was some random hotty. Gave her a smoke, and then Keen and I had a martini. And then we came home. w0ot. I know now is not the time … or shit, maybe it is. There is nothing like a good fuck. I miss good, ol’ fashioned fucking. *sigh*. This past Saturday was the balloon glow … keen and I both have some memories of the balloon glow, of which I will not delve into, but they are not-so-much-fun. Also, I spoke to Emily the other day while she was really trashed. I don’t know what to make of it, besides that I am now classified as one of those people you don’t talk to while drunk. meh. Tony walked into the room the other day and tells me “Janelle is coming over Monday night to play Trivial Pursuit.” Me: *blank stare* … what. the. fuck. That’s all I have to say. Again, I need to decide if I’m going to pussy out and “have plans” or if I’ll ram a blunted broomstick through my chest and meet up with the girl that I’m totally falling all over myself about. [b]Update[/b]: quote of the day, from Space Ghost Coast to Coast: “welcome back, stupid viewers! you’ll watch anything. Go ahead, change the channel, you’ll be back.” Hahaha. I just realized that this is post 404, you know, “404 Not Found”. Heh. [b]Update 404 (LOL)[/b] – I talked to Sammi about how I kissed her on the cheek when we went out after my birthday. She’s totally cool with that sort of thing between friends, which is pretty neat, because now I’m not some sort of freakish deviant … but … you know, I just don’t hand out to kisses to anyone. I’ll need to think on this. And why the FUCK am I putting this on my webpage?