Lola Sin

Looking at my Facebook friends, it must be nice to be able to party every night. I don’t know if they’re employed or not, but I can’t imagine being able to do that. Or go to school. Maybe that’s why we’re no longer friends, I just couldn’t keep up. Eh, partying isn’t all that great, really. It’s really getting drunk off your ass, getting high and dancing. I don’t do drugs that make me want to do anything, let alone dance. And I can really only handle getting drunk twice a month. On a Friday or Saturday night. But lately I’m so tired on Friday’s that I go out for a few hours or just go to bed early. Karaoke or a show is really all I can handle. I prefer playing the Wii with friends. Or watching movies. Or reading. I like relaxin’ and maxin’ all cool, basically. I just see these pictures of them out partying and it looks like fun, and I’m missing it. But it’s crowded, hot, smoky, and lots of drunk people. Not really my scene. I tried, though. Like hell.

I should be doing homework, or laundry, but I’m on tumblr instead. I’m about to start my homework, I swear! Then I’ll go run to the laundromat. I’m just crampy and cranky and want to go back to bed. I’m not ready for another week to start. I should have gone out Friday night, staying in to sleep was a mistake, I’m just as tired as ever. I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I’m so whiny today, I apologize. But I need the money so I can start saving for Harvest of Hope in March. Jen’s husband’s band is playing, and we’re all going to get a hotel room in St. Augustine for the weekend. I really just want to see The Mountain Goats. I don’t know if that’s really worth $50, seeing as I only paid $30 to see The Decemberists. They played two sets, as well. That was worth it. And they’re also the best band in the universe. But it’ll be fun to get out of Gainesville for a weekend, and the cheese beer soup at the A1A Steakhouse is so good. Our hotel room is also smoking, which is awesome.