Okay, I think I may be the worlds biggest loser! (No, I did not compete on the weight loss television program! And shame on you for thinking that I need too! I love my body!)
The reason that I think this is that I am sitting home, along, on a Saturday night. Isn't that sad? I am a 21 year old smart, funny, and only boarder-line socially-retarded young man, so why do I not have plans on a Saturday night? I think it has a lot to do with where everyone is, and the degree to which they are upset with me. Some are far away, and therefore are not able to hang out with me (poor them) some are not speaking to me because of a) things I have said b) things I have done and c) they haven't any ears. Others I haven't talked to in a while, so the whole springing an invitation to be saddled with my company is too awkward to even think about. And others, it seems, have more common sense that me (ie. a potato) to actually make plans for a Saturday night, before Saturday night at 8 o'clock. (Which hurts the worst because they have the fore-thought of having a wonderful evening and didn't invite me! I have more wonder than BREAD!)
Maybe I should work on my people skills a little bit. Then I wouldn't have people angry at me, or people who are too distant to be hang-out worthy. See, I am an Aries, and as my astrological sign tells me, I have trouble following through. At least that is what i think it said. I never finished reading it. But it makes sense, I can lure people in, am all smiles and witty banter, and then when it comes to actually working on relationships, and suddenly not being 'chased' by other people I either: do something stupid (without knowing it, which is HARD) or I don't put enough effort in. Don't think for one minute that I don't care about my friends! I do! A LOT! It is just that as a person, I am lazy, and as an Aries, I have trouble following through. So to make a phone call to call a friend far away, or to actually plan something with someone (and keep it) seems utterly impossible to me.
I guess that is the reason I have no plans on a Saturday night. Which sucks because a) I have actually put thought into something. Which is never a sign of a good Saturday night and b) I have no one to blame but myself.
One could say that my evening is exciting though. I did scrape mystery substance out of bottom of sink, and then collected all of Grason's clothes that were strewn about the living room, and came up with imaginary situations for them being there. (the best ones being a) sexy party b) ants, literally, in pants and c) stripper practice) There is also a pile of dishes that I could do which would rid the kitchen of that weird day-old-mustard smell that is lingering!
Don't you just hate the smell of mustard? I do!