Today Is the Day

Today's the day where I make somewhat of a resolution to myself. I have resolved that I will write a post, regardless of length, every day until the day classes begin. The post will contain anything. It could be a word or an elaborate story. I just have to commit to something.

Since I started the blog a few weeks back, there has been a total of two or three posts. It kind of pisses me off that I haven't pushed myself to post anything. Writing kind of sucks. It's difficult, especially when you are a perfectionist like myself. I think it was Charles Bukowski who, when asked about writing, said that the people who tell you to write everyday don't know what the hell they're talking about. I believe he said something along the lines of, write only when you feel passion, when you actually want to write. If you don't feel like writing, why the fuck are you even trying? I don't know about that. I mean, it may sound reasonable, but , at the same time, if you didn't constantly write, how would you learn? Writing takes years, no matter how passionate you are. If you want to write well, the sometimes laborious task of writing every day is necessary.

Now -- what has happened to me lately?

Well, one night I managed to drink myself almost into a coma, run away from the party, lie to my friend mollie jo as to where I was countless of times, slam my left arm into the side door of the house, bleed all over the kitchen and bathroom,try to treat my wounds with q-tips, leave the q-tips stuck to my bloody limb, pour sugar all over the kitchen floor, pour the handle of tequila i bought hours before the party, rip out a strand of christmas lights, fall on my face on the porch, throw up in the car on the way to the hospital, argue with an aid about being an alcoholic, shit myself, get sprayed by another aid, change into a johnny gown, change back into original clothing (jeans wet), wake up 6 in the morning, find myself perplexed at my situation, realize none of my friends are around me, find a nurse stitching up my pinkie and left arm, go back to sleep, wake up a moment later to curse my stupidity, and hail a cab with one flip flop on.

2 - This past friday night, my boys from pitt, mason, rob, and mark, chaz, and zach greene all visited. Originally, I had reserved a 12 seated table at Good Guys, a strip club on Wisconsin near Georgetown. Well, Mike, like he normally does when he doesn't get his way, tried to convince the Pitt crew to not go and instead go to Adams Morgan. I protested his suggestion. No one listened. I flipped out and ended up getting all pissy. I called out Mike on his tendency to pretend he knows everything about DC nightlife despite the fact he has been out to maybe 4 bars and rarely goes out. Things kind of got reconciled and the Pitt crew prepared to go out to Adams Morgan. Mike and Zach met up with them later. I ended up going out with Carrie, Chaz, Laura, Phillip, Evan, Derek, and Dave Carp. We ended up going to third edition and mr. smiths. we went back to dereks. I passed out on one of dereks guest beds after watching entourage. Carp woke me up and told me Laura went into another room with Phillip and suggested that I should get her. My response, "Yeah, you know what - I should!" He knocked, she came, we slept. I woke up next to her smooth and creamy body. We chatted. We made out a bit and she decided that it was time to go back home. Carp would mention how terrible of a person I was to everyone including Laura who thankfully still maintained her image of Carpenter being the responsible one.

Chaz hooked up with Carrie and they both returned around 7 in the morning. Chaz had a video conference with a boss and when we all came back, we ended up just chillin and watching "Back to the Future." We decided to lounge in our kiddie pool while imbibing some nice Sangria. Kegs were then delivered.

One Yuengling, one natty, two handles of everclear, and a shit ton of soda later and we were on our way to begin another party. Party began. A lot of girls in tight dresses. I was in heaven, but I paid little attention to the girls. I was on a role with Rob. We went 7 rounds in beer pong and finally were defeated by Engler and Hannan.

Throughout the night, I didnt pay much attention to Bailey. I really shouldve, but when you're having a party, you cant please everyone. I tried talking to her at the end of the party. Her friends Steph and Elise, but really Elise ended up smashing all thoughts of hooking up with Bailey. Elise called me and Mike 'a bunch of girls' and that I should control myself so I don't punch another window. She brought up a joke bet that we made a few weeks ago and said the only reason I hooked up with Bailey was because of it. I adamantly opposed and confronted Bailey about this. "Look at my actions. If I just hooked up with you because of a bet, why the hell would I still want to see you and hang out? I really like you and I think there was some miscommunication."

She was drunk. Elise and Steph were as well. And so was I. We basically agreed to meet up sometime this week and left it on good terms...i think. I heard from Mike that things were alright. I gotta talk with her tomorrow. I think she is one of the few girls I wouldn't mind dating. It would be especially nice considering how close she lives. The thing with her is that she isn't striking beautiful or anything like that. She is decently attractive and has a really nice personality. She is a cool girl to hang out with and I feel I still have a lot to discover about her. I think I am ready for a relationship. I'm not actively seeking a relationship though because that would be a stupid thing to do. I have a history of being dealt many good cards in this dating game, yet indecisive enough to somehow screw up something really special. I wait for more and more girls and I skip out on the ones that are right in front of me, just as great (except Diana Blass - another post on her).


I'm still pissed off at Elise for what she said and I feel she may be a little bitter about her situation and guys in general. Well, the night of the party, both Mike and Carp approached her about the situation and made it a little worse. Later on, when most of the guests had left the party, Mike confronted Carp about his tendency to get caught up in other peoples businesses and his big mouth. Farley, at this time, wielded a big knife and was almost completely naked, black boxer briefs covering whatever dignity he had left. He gave us a little show and slammed the knife into the wall. More and more were we starting to be frightened of the possibility of Farley stabbing something more animate. He followed Rob, sat next to him, shushing him and acting weird. He finally left and we didnt see him until the next day when he woke up 5:30 in the afternoon.