Epicity

Okay, to the epic story telling. Epic is my new word apparently, by the way. So the party, my cousin, two other friends and I went to a couple bars in Tempe. It was good for I got to eat and drink at Rula Bula for the first time. We all had a good time with jokes about jizz and all that awesomeness. I saw a dreadhead guy that has been in two my classes and is just everywhere at this point. Then we went to a bar in Scottsdale where we bought the birthday boy more drinks and a bunch of insanely nasty shots. These shots then made him puke several times which lead us to call our cab and head back. Butttt, as I mentioned my concern for who would be attending the party, well most people there I actually get along with. One girl doesn't talk to me and I would just leave it at that anyways. I just talked to her girlfriend more. There was, however, a guy that I absolutely loathe there. I talked to him, but also talked to his girlfriend more. While we were heading out he then says to me "I miss you, we need to hang out again," blah blah blah and then wanted to offer his phone number then he asks, "Do you really want my number?" I replied with a blunt "No, not really." As simple as that, no bitchiness, just plain honesty and quite possibly a smile too. He instantly went quiet and just dropped his shoulders, his expression completely wiped from his face into a big frown. Ha! I giggle out loud to myself every time I think about it. I was glowing the entire day after. This guy is definitely top on the douchebag list. In high school I had to see his face everyday after some incident between him and I. I honestly am having a hard time remembering exactly what happened, for I've worked very hard to block it out. I'm just not going to try to remember. It was bad. So bad that I would fantasize about picking up a chair in the art classroom [where we usually hung out] and smash it across him. I make jokes all the time about punching people in the face and all that, but I'm not actually a violent person and have never ever thought repeatedly and obsessively about hurting someone. That's how much of a douchebag he is. But he is also always trying to get the honest answers out of people, so he asked me if I really wanted to get his number. So he got the truth. Quite honestly, I don't remember what was going through my head when I said it, and I was also shocked at his reaction because I didn't really grasp what I had said to him. Ah, it's just so damn funny!! Now I can just fantasize and play that moment over and over in my head. He deserved those three words.

Luckily, my fabulous friend arrived prior to that, and gave us a free ride home so we were able to ditch the cab. She also hated this guy and she got to hear every word between us but unfortunately she missed his expression, which she would of revelled in just as much as I am. We got to have a good laugh about it. Another interesting thing also happened, while we were all getting situated in the car to leave. I was sitting in the back seat and I noticed a guy standing outside the car staring at me. I look up and I'm instantly overtaken by excitement. My first boyfriend from when I was 15-16 years old had three older siblings, two of which he lived with and his sister's husband. This was his older brother standing next to the car. I opened the door and gave him a huge hug. Apparently he goes to that bar a lot and gave me his number so we could drink there some time. I was close to their family because I practically lived with them but after we broke up I hadn't seen any of them until the sister's husband died two years ago. I still can't believe it's been over two years. That was the worst death I've encountered thus far. Sam was the nicest guy ever, just so happy go lucky, I always felt at ease when he was around. I'm not sure if I've blogged about his death and how I found out about it, but that's a story I'll have to tell another time. I went to his funeral in which the whole family was there but only got to talk to my exboyfriend and his sister. So I haven't seen this brother in 5 years. Damn. Well, I hope we all go out sometime.

As for the happenings of yesterday, I went to my friends house to paint with blacklight paints on his wall which is going to be awesome for his upcoming blacklight party. The picture in the previous blog is the evidence of the awesomeness. When I have time I'll post more of what it looks like with the blacklights on. It's really fucking cool, and totally fucks with your eyes. Crazy effects that pictures don't give away. There's a hell of a lot more I want to do and other walls, I believe, but I painted for a few hours and didn't have time for more. The party is gonna be great!

So it's been/is an epic week. Tonight I'm going to see Bruno again with a friend who hasn't seen it. Yay for three dollar theaters! Tomorrow is hanging out and getting hookah with a special lady whom I haven't seen in too long. And this weekend will consist of a lot of studying for an upcoming test. But more good news! I said previously how I'm glad to see a lady friend of my dad, because she owns a house in Sedona where my dad has frequently visited as of lately. He's going up there this weekend, woo! Ohhh!!! And tonight is the premiere of It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia!!!!!!

Also my laptop has been freezing recently everytime I go on the internet, so postings have been less frequent. Blah to that.