Because she's probably a fat bitch...

so fuck her. I now hate people with deceptively cool names. Because she's a fat bitch. I don't actually know if she's fat. But I know that she's ugly. And sometimes, all you need is one. tragic. combination.

I went out tonight. It was a fact finding mission. I have to do a project for a geography class. Huge. Final. Project. Geography is interesting in that I feel like it tries to do a lot of things that some other majors (though to be honest, very few) would actually try and would actually accomplish. Large grasp, really. For geography.

I went out to a bar so that I could garner information about how it operated. I want to analyze bars. I think that they are inherently so cool. Amazing, actually. They provide alcohol for people who really need it. Read: me. Regardless, I think townies are pretty cool. The secret is simply going out enough times when few other college students go out and then you are forced to interact with people who live in the vicinity. Amazing logic I used right there.

I like regulars. Somehow it's comforting to know that there are people out there who are willing to drink just as much as you in any given night. I got hammered tonight, though. I don't know how. Wait. I know exactly how. My tolerance had dropped because I wasn't willing to drink as much as I had the week I spent in Georgia. Read: fuck you. And as a result, my tolerance is now normal for a twenty-one-year old. Man. But let's not get into that.

There are Oreo (R) crumbs in my bra. How the hell did that happen? I guess I'm a messy eater. Mmmm.....

I like regulars. I really like regulars when they buy shots for you, but I like regulars when you can sustain conversations with them. There aren't too many. There's like two I can think of off the top of my head. But then there are also amazing bartenders who can keep you company if the bar isn't absolutely packed, which it rarely is on a Thursday.

Sex.

That's what generally happens. I talked a lot about health today. Considering my thesis is on a topic of health, I should really pay more attention to what I've talked about tonight and perhaps try to formulate some ground breaking ideas about the whole thing. But I can't. I am rejecting the whole idea. GOD. Ah. My life is a mess. It's all problems relating to one of three things: 1) my future 2) my drinking or 3) my sex or lack thereof. Hmmm..... Sadly I do not wish to write about any of these things.

All I really want to write about is that yes, there is that fat bitch (or that ugly bitch in alternative stories) who is with the first person I ever loved, and they need to know that they suck. They are not nearly as attractive, as thin, or as interesting (as you can discover by the above) as me. They can go kill themselves. And their name isn't even CLOSE to being as awesome as Elora.

FUCK. I want to be back at a bar. Drinking. Love. So many problems. So many delicious, delcious problems.

LOVE.