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I had a really good time last night, even though I didn’t do what I’d planned on doing. I’d ~planned~ on going to Doug’s going-away party, as he is going (-) away. To Texas. Which is pretty much the same as going to another country. Except I’ve been to Texas. And once I was in Canada briefly, and everybody had a really funny accent, and we were all like, “Canada, eh?” and nobody got it. It was great. But now I’m sidetracked.

Instead of going to Doug’s going-away party, I ended up hanging out with Scott, Alicia, and Lisa at Alicia’s apartment for a “Drunken Game Night,” as it was described to me. The description turned out to be fairly apt. Originally, I was going to hang out with SAL (you figure it out) for a couple of hours, then bail and head to Doug’s party. I got to Alicia’s around 8pm and left around 3:30am, though, so that plan sorta fell through.

We started out playing Cranium, which turns out to be a really fun game. Way cooler than Trivial Pursuit. Actually, I bet I’d like Trivial Pursuit were I any good at it, but alas, I suck like a ‘cuum. I was pretty good at the trivial pursuit-esque part of Cranium though, so I don’t know what was up with that. Scott and I were on a team first, and we kicked arse. Alicia and I were on a team the second game, and our arses were kicked. I don’t exactly remember what the drinking rules of the game were (I didn’t see them in the instructions, but Scott said he’d played it before, and who am I to question his judgment?), but I either won or lost that part, depending on how you wanna look at it.

The two rounds of Cranium took a few hours, and I probably should have taken off to Doug’s party at that point, but I was in no condition to walk to my car (hehe), and nobody else was much better, so we decided that Drunken Game Night would continue! Exclamation point! So we switched from Cranium to Cards. I thoroughly lost my shirt in poker, but it was pretty fun regardless. Actually, I lost my belt too. No, really. Like, I’m pretty positive I wore one there and I didn’t wear one home. I think I killed a spider with it and forgot to put it back on. Well, I know I killed the spider with it, but I’m not sure if that’s when I lost my belt or not. Seems like a pretty logical place, though.

Sidetracked again, sorry. After poker, we switched to a drinking game called Waterfall or something like that. I’ve played before (I’m told I even played with that exact same group, at my house, on Halloween), but I can never remember the name and/or rules. I don’t think I won or lost that one, really, but I also don’t think competition is at the heart of most drinking games.

By the time Waterfall ran out of juice, it was around 2:30am. We hung around talking for a while, then went to bed. I got into bed around 3:30am, and woke up again at 7:30am. Fun, fun stuff. It’s made for a loopy day thus far.

I had a pretty good yesterday. At the time, it was a pretty good today, but that time has passed. I went to class, which was pretty much the same as it always is, except more homework than usual was assigned. I went to work, where I didn’t accomplish all that much. I drove Lisa home from the car repair place, as she’s finally getting her window fixed. She then helped me clean the upstairs bathroom for almost two hours. It is now whiter than it was when I moved in. She and then celebrated our incredible cleaning abilities by eating out at the Olde Main Brewery. I had a bacon cheeseburger cooked very rare (I was impressed) and a couple of glasses of beer. Their wheat ale is too fruity this time around, but the milk stout is superb. We finished off with a piece of their legendary chocolate cake (which isn’t really legendary, but I’m trying to make it so). We left after an hour and a half, half an hour after they closed. Whoops. I then did some Linguistics homework and went to bed.

I don’t know what made that day a good day, but it certainly wasn’t a bad day. And I generally enjoyed it. And that’s good enough for me.

I also had a good time last weekend. I saw my Uncle Alan and Aunt Leisa, whom I hadn’t seen since spring break. I also saw my cousin Ryan, whom I hadn’t seen since he was three or four. He’s seventeen now, and taller than me by a good four inches. I ate too much food at my grandma’s house. Then, Sunday, Lisa and I had lunch at the King Buffet, and I ate too much again.

One bad/annoying thing did happen this weekend: my phone was disconnected. So, for those of you who probably think I was ignoring you this weekend (and there is a surprisingly large number of you): I wasn’t ignoring you, I simply couldn’t call. Now, I’m not normally one to blame people, but this one is mostly a certain ex’s fault. Well, that and Verizon decided to be pickier than normal. I paid them an exorbitant sum of money this morning to have my line turned back on, so that I could function normally again. I plan on working out the rest of this problem very soon.

This afternoon, I’m playing racquetball with Doug. Doug is going to both hurt me and embarrass me, but it’s something that needs to be done. He is a good friend who is leaving for a job in Texas next week, and we have never played racquetball together despite (or perhaps because of) the fact he plays competitively and practices almost every day. I haven’t played in several weeks. Gonna hurt tomorrow. :) Not sure how I’m going to finish my homework tonight, either, because that often involves using one’s arms.

One of my coworkers asked my age a few minutes ago. Then, when I said I was 23-almost-24, she asked if I was single. When I said I was, she mentioned that she thought I was a really nice guy and that her now-19 year old daughter was also single.

Several things ran through my mind at this point. In no particular order:

• It’s good to know I’m fooling people into thinking I’m a nice guy
• Does this mean I’m allowed to date the daughters of coworkers (a lá CuteOfficeGirl)?
• Are there any chocolate covered cherries left?
• Just turned 19… that’s about the same age as my ex-students.
• Why doesn’t that bother me?
• Am I allowed to arrange dates through a girl’s mom? I wouldn’t let my mom do that (really (I mean it (cut it out))). ;)

She even showed me the girl’s picture. Of course, it was on the front of her High School Graduation Reception invite, which freaked me out a little. Do I have anything in common with a girl that age? I don’t know anymore. I’ve noticed I’m more emotionally attracted to older (or at least more mature) girls these days. I don’t mean women in their 40s or anything, but late 20s is a nice number. Of course, it seems like they’re all either married, not interested in dating in general, or not interested in dating me specifically.

On that tangent, I noticed today that I was still (or again) attracted to an older girl I thought I had finally gotten rid of all non-friendlike feelings for. Of course, she is in a relationship. Otherwise, I don’t think I would be attracted to her. I’m beginning to think that’s how it works.

I’m not going to post the results of the “Cutest Girl I Saw on the Internets” game today, because the winner probably violates a previously-mentioned rule that I’ve not yet entirely decided I’m going to abandon. I realize that’s really confusing. I’m trying to be more open about my personal life on my blog (if you haven’t noticed), but that still requires a certain level of self-censorship. I have to decide what I’m allowed to say, given my audience, and what I am not. Or ignore audience considerations entirely. But I bet that would get me yelled at in real life.

So I got some more hairs cut this weekend, as you can tell from the picture I’ve provided. Why is it that I never smile in the pictures I take of myself? It’s really hard to make myself smile when I know I’m taking a picture of me, and when I do, it always looks false. So I’m using this picture, even though I’m not smiling, even though it’s not a very flattering shot, and even though it’s not even the best picture I have of my hair. My eyes look cool in it. The end.

I really like my new haircut, though. I’m already fond of it, and I’ve only had it since Sunday afternoon. I never really got used to my last haircut, so this time the transition wasn’t nearly as traumatic, even though I think I’ve officially fallen out of the long hair category. It’s longer than most guys’ hair, sure, but this style doesn’t count as long hair in my book. For one, it stays out of my eyes, mouth, and every other orifice I possess of its own volition. I appreciate that, though my wrist now feels naked without a rubber band on it.

I had a good time this weekend, though I don’t remember most of it. And not because of alcohol, either. I never really got drunk this weekend that I can remember. Lisa did, though. She fell down and skinned her knee Sunday night. I was proud of myself: I didn’t laugh. I didn’t have much sympathy either, though, so I’ve still got a ways to go before I’m functioning as a normal human being.

The knee-skinning story helps me remember a bit. Lisa and I went out to the bar Sunday night, though we didn’t stay very long and only had a pitcher of Amber Bock. Nobody was around, and we were home by midnight. Saturday I think I must have stayed in and sat around by myself. I think I made hamburgers. Last night I did homework, watched Starship Troopers, and sat out on my front lawn to watch the fireworks. I have no idea what I did Friday, but I think I may have played Far Cry at some point. I also have no idea why these days didn’t align themselves chronologically.

Are these brain lapses normal? Why is it that I can never remember what I’ve done just the day before? Should I be worried? Why has some guy standing at the front desk taken like a dozen pictures of me in the last ten minutes? Life is full of questions.

Life also has answers! One of those answers is Hanna Marti. I have no idea who Hanna Marti is aside from the information you see there (which you can only see if you’re a Facebook member). And I have no idea what she would be the answer to, aside from the question, “who is the cutest girl Robby stumbled across on the internet today?” I think it would be fun to mention the cutest girl I see online every day. I figure, worst case scenario, someone Googles themselves and receives an inadvertent compliment. Or becomes concerned they have a stalker, I guess, which is a silly fear when you advertise yourself online. Point is, Hanna is verrah verrah cute. She also has a boyfriend (who is also cute). I gave him a 9 on hotornot, so I figure he can’t be too pissed about me calling his girlfriend cute.

The internet is a fun, random place. Which is why I fit in so well.

Alright, my lovely little spider monkeys, this entry is going to be a little random because my brain is only firing on two cylinders today. I have no idea how many I’ve got normally, but it certainly feels I’m missing at least two.

As mommydearest mentioned, Lisa and I went camping with my ‘rents (and eventually the grand’rents) last weekend. We both ended up with sunburns. Her sunburn has faded into a nice tan. Mine is still in the process of peeling. What the effing ay? I was way tanner than her to begin with, and she burned worse. I’m blaming it on the fact that I seem to have misplaced my aloe vera gel.

I have a really good idea as to what “effing” stands for in that last paragraph, but I haven’t a clue as to what the “ay” stands for. It just seemed to fit at the time, and done bun can’t be undone.

I made a new friend via Match.com. I assure you, the story is a lot better than that intro makes it sound. Unfortunately, I won’t be giving the whole story here, because I’m a stinker or something. The breakdown is a little like this, though: I found a great profile on match.com, emailed the girl, found out that the girl didn’t exist (sigh), emailed her again to let her know I was okay with the fact that she didn’t exist, got her IM name so we could chat, and now have a very real nonexistent friend. And, as the gods would have it (seriously! I’m beginning to think they’re, like, jealous of me or something), she has a boyfriend. I even strike out with fake girls.

I have no real plans for the 4th of July weekend just yet, other than the fact that I’m hoping to get a(nother) haircut. I’ll let you know how it goes. If it doesn’t go well, I might end up with short hair, which is a frightening thought. Pray to the god of long hair that all goes well.

Would that be Fabio?

My new favorite television show is Scrubs. I’d previously only seen part of one episode (I think it was in the third season somewhere), so I didn’t really get into it, but enough people told me it rocked their prospective worlds that I decided I’d better see it from start to finish. I’ve now made it through the first season and half of the second, and I’m loving it. It makes me laugh constantly, and tear up occasionally. Good mixture.

CuteOfficeGirl does not have a husband. Or, as far as I can tell (that is, extract subtly from her mother), a boyfriend. Unfortunately, she also lives in Colorado, and is only here to take a couple summer classes, and then off she goes to the land of the big rocks. Which is where ex Debs is leaving for today. I’ll miss them both. Debs probably a little more, but you get the idea. Colorado’s stealin’ all my sugar.

Can’t believe I just said that.

Speaking of, people at work need to quit providing me with sweets. I’m going to become Tubby McTubs in no time working here at this rate. No offense, Tubby.