Another day of unrealized plans and rampant procrastinations. I wanted to finish my resume today so I could apply for the job (1) I’ve been waiting for for 3 years, but couldn’t because the stupid application site was down. I then wanted to do more stuff today like destroy the entertainment center that has cursed my dating life (2) for the last year. So instead I started replaying Portal with the developer commentary.
Then two of the roommates (3) wanted to go out with some friends for someones 21st birthday party. It was alright. I ate at this place called the spaghetti factory and had two drinks. Then we went out to a karaoke bar in Queen Anne and tried to get the birthday girl as drunk as possible. I quickly wanted to leave this estrogen fueled mousecapade after only one game of pool. But everyone just had to see the drunk birthday girl sing a Spice Girls song so they could archive this tremendous embarrassment forever.  One of my roommates got extremely drunk and laid in the street while we we’re trying to leave. I left him there for a bit until my other roommate demanded me to go back and pick him up. I really wanted to leave him there to sleep in the street so he would learn not to get so fucked up.

Now it’s 2:00am and I have to get up at seven o’clock to work tomorrow. I just had 11 days off, and now I won’t know when my next one will be. I’ll be working until 10:00pm, that’s a 14 hour day. I suppose I’m used to this by now, sadly. I just wonder if I’ll see that woman again. Or if I’ll get a chance to ask her on a date in that time.

Pat