Friday, August 20, 2004

lesson #33: hungover wisdoms

It has come to my realization that I'll need my laptop badly during Stats class. Either my laptop, or a PS2, or a very amusing comedienne... I made some more new friends in that class yesterday, though. One of them I saw again at night, at Ignite. He reminds me of M so much, I have to blink twice everytime I see him (oooh - did I tell you of that time when M...? Never mind. A story for another time).


Speaking of Ignite, it started off very lamely. They were forcing the people who came early (including the Bitch Club) to go play a lame game reminiscent of orientation days. It's supposed to widen your social circle and encourage girls to go find their matching guys, or something. Doesn't really make much sense but... whatever...


Me, Jing and Mag were just sitting on one of the VIP couches with legs crossed and bitchy poses at the ready. Was fun. Then the dancing started, n we really had fun! Danced with the crowd for a short while before going up to the platform and did our threesome act. Some guy took a lot of pictures of us (a very enthusiastic senior/organizer) doing the dirty.


I saw some cute guys, but not much. The dance floor was overwhelmingly full of girls! I find that going to a bash organized by your school is quite a disadvantage, because you know that you'll be seeing these people again the next morning, and you can't give them a bad impression of you on the dance floor. So you can't be bitchy to the girls, even though some of them are just plain annoying (taking up your already limited dancing space, for eg). As for the guys, you can't really dance with them and then snub them afterwards when they ask for your number, because you WILL see them around at school. One dance is not worth four years of awkwardness. Especially when the guy isn't even that cute. SMU - where on earth are ya hidin' all the cuties??


N might be booking out tonight. Not sure what to do with him - don't really want to come over to his place yet again. He does provide me with solid comfort, living proof that I am not alone in this world. That somebody cares for me. Because sometimes, I feel that nobody does.


Joke of the day - this guy I shared a cab with asked the cab driver to go to 'Balmoral Fuck' instead of Balmoral Park, where he stays. Unfortunate slip of tongue...