Today, Ian and I are going to try and film my Senior Project, Take II. This time, well… it’ll probably still get fucked up, but you know what they say, “if at first you don’t succeed, it’s smarter just to quit.” Heading out for Ohio here in a few hours. I got my camera and shit out for the weekend. Everybody is working for the weekend, it seems. Everybody needs a second chance.
I went to the bar last night. I was a little plastered. My best college days aren’t behind me yet. In fact I think I’m getting ahead of myself. A lot of people I know are meek, and then they lose their inhibitions when they get a few pitchers into them. Well, I’m a confidant (re:arrogant) bastard to begin with, so it only gets worse from there. At least I have the smug satisfaction (as per my idiom) of knowing that I’m really not doing anything drunk that I wouldn’t have done anyways.
I like turning girls down. There’s something that really feeds my ego about it, and I look like a conceited jerk, when the truth is, I just don’t have the time to be getting phone numbers (re:obligations) right now. Somehow, “Sorry, I’m trying to focus on school” doesn’t seem as savoir fair as “Sorry, I’m out of your league.” At least in a bar setting. Nobody sees me in a bar and thinks I’m taking school seriously anyways. Srsly.