pathetic: inside and out

another day of working...i had to go in at the ungodly hour of 4pm...though before i left, i stuck the giant Onion sticker on my car...phattt fucking action...work really sucked...i really hate Barbara (one of the managers...the current incompetent one...i'm gonna fucking go insane monday...for some reason she's the closing manager (she usually works durring the day) and i'm closing as well...i almost wanted to kill her tonight...) after work i went over to Brad's...then Chris called...we went and picked him up and the night pretty much turned into taxying Chris around...first we went to The North End 'cuz he could get free beer from Sean there...that was pretty sucky...then we went to The Map Room 'cuz his girlfriend or whatever she is was working and he needed to talk to her or some shit...Brad and i were sitting at this table and this really cute girl walked up asking me if i had been in her number theory class...i didn't see her at first but after she came up i recognized her...i mumbled a few things to her, but pretty much blew the whole talking to her thing really...like, she asked if i was still in school and i mumbled some stuff about taking my last class and didn't even return the question to her...oh well, i'm an idiot...she sat down at the table w/ the guy/girl she was with (i'm really not sure which...at first i thought it was a guy but then it came into question that it could be a girl...not that it matters or anything...) sitting around there for a while listening to bad music (w/ the exception of "No Surprises" by Radiohead...) as we were leaving i was going to say something to her, uh, goodbye i guess...i kind've waved and tried to say something but she was turned around...not quite sure whether she just didn't see me leaving or was ignoring me...she was talking to the other person...after a couple seconds i just walked out the door...i am a fucking retard...i should just learn my lesson and go out of my way to avoid girls...the results would be the same and at least in that context i'd be accomplishing something...next it was back to The fucking North End so they could score some coke...and to top it all they decided they'd have to talk in some sort of fucking code around me like i wouldn't know what was going on or something...bah...i dropped them back off at Brad's and now i'm home...a totally thrilling evening...

[insert witty remark regarding Russia...]

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