A Night to Forget (J. Wilde)

So, officially speaking... I had a wonderful night last night. I spent time with my friends at my apartment. I drank perhaps a little bit too much alcohol, but overall my night was a really good time. Today was decent enough. I gave my friend his birthday presents (through a proxy). I helped aforementioned friend get ready for a formal. I finished the most recent draft of my story for Creative Writing. Good day. Now, I was actually going to sit down and start work on my next short story and poems. I was going to procrastinate, and as such...clean house. First, you must remember that our house is never a mess. What we consider a mess...most people would consider scraps of paper on a table. Second, the only room that had any sort of 'mess' would be the kitchen.

Now, I was going to take out the garbage before doing the dishes. I was going to do this so my roommate would not have to do so. I picked up the trash, looked around in the kitchen for other trash. I got it all together, and then...left. Forgetting my keys. So, I threw the trash away walked around the block. I hoped my roommate would be home in the next few hours...but after using the Subway guys phone...I found out not only was she tied up, but she would not be home until midnight.

I wore shorts today. I wore an old taz shirt I have had since 5th or 6th grade, a gray muscle-shirt underneath it, with finally a spring jacket that is light as hell. I didn't grab my cell phone. I didn't have my keys. I don't have my computer, and I have none of my homework.

Five hours from now...I may get into my apartment... But that is hours away. Now, I sit here and whine...proving to my mother that in fact...Blogs are used as such. Sorry. I need to vent. It's my own stupidity, but I really want to do my homework.... I want the dishes to be clean. I want to sit in my apartment and dance to music that I may not want to be seen dancing too. Whatever, C'est La Vie.