I haven’t gone out to a party in Austin in a really long time. I hardly ever go out.

So last night I was feeling in the mood. I get to the club around 11. I check out the place with Pat, and we discover that we know the bartender on the third floor! He went to our high school, but he couldn’t hook us up with drinks because the TABC was in this weekend.

So I’m on the viewing platform and there are only a few people on the dance floor. There is this one fobby looking girl dancing with this Asian guy. Not a surprising scene because it was TASA’s event that night. The surprising part was that she was gettin’ really freaky and this guy is so awkward. I can see that it’s probably his first or second time dancing with a girl. That girl was getting down, bent over and shit. I said out loud, “Does anyone see this?” To which the people next to me laughed.

Let’s pause for a moment. I am going to tell you a story. It’s a story of how I’m best friends with Jonathan Vigil and Chi-Che Ma. I think I was 16 at the time. We’re rolling in Jerry’s new Rav, thinking we’re really cool. We get to a red light, and we see this cute girl about to cross the street with this guy. I don’t even remember what she looked like, I don’t even think she was cute, actually. I’d say a 7. So we already pass her, taking the left turn onto Bellaire. We are already almost to Jerry’s house when we were like “…should we go back and try to holla?” Wherefore we made a U-turn and hauled ass back into Chinatown. We went through the Welcome parking lot looking into restaurants and stores, but nothing. We went back to the same red light where we first saw the couple. We make the left onto Bellaire for a second time, and just as we’re passing Welcome again, I spot her sitting at the Metro bus stop. We pull another U-turn and get into the far right lane. The light is red, and we’re RIGHT next to the bus stop. I roll down my window and I ask, “Hey is that your man?” Both of them looked at me and didn’t say anything. I shouted again, “Is that your boyfriend!” This time, he gave me the universal finger salute for “Fuck you.” We laugh and I roll up the window, and we drive off. We were such teenyboppers, but we’ll ride till we die, son. I told Vigil about how I would blog about this, and he said, “Didn’t you blog about it already? Like on Xanga?” I went and looked through my old posts… and I found it! I talked so weird, and this was three years after I had started my Xanga. Check it out!

Back to the club later that night, I spot that fobby couple again. By now the dancefloor is packed. Please keep in mind that I didn’t have anything to drink. I wish I did, I would have done it much sooner. I work my way towards her. By the time I’m practically grinding on her, I say “Hey is that your boyfriend?” For a second, everything stops, and in the midst of the entire club, I think of my best friends. After I said this, she immediately stops dancing. Stands up. Steps next to her boyfriend. To which he put his arm around her. Right now I’m totally expecting him to give me the finger. I’m not into the whole beef on the dancefloor thing, so I say to the guy “Dude, your girl is freaky as FUCK! You gotta get on that shit!” He laughed and said something back, but I didn’t hear or care. Mainly because he absolutely has no moves, and you don’t need moves to dance at a club…

This one little incident made me think of the bonds I have with my friends. Just doing random crazy stupid shit, actin’ a total fool. We’ve been the same clique since 6th grade plus or minus a few members, but we’re in different cities, but it’s still ride till we die.

By the way, check out the new song, it’s sick as hell. Give it a listen!

First off, happy birthday to my little brother Franklin. He turns 17 today. Hope you have a good one, dinner at Cafe 101 with your friends as usual, no doubt? Haha

I ate out alone for the first time today. I don’t think I’ve ever done that. I’ve always thought of it as an anti-social thing. If I didn’t have anyone to eat with, I’d just take it to go. Today, however, I was feeling adventurous. I got out early from my programming class so I trekked over to the Burger King on the northwest side of campus.

The guy behind the register asks, “For here or to go?” I reply, “For here.” I get the tray and I sit at one of the tables. The restaurant is empty. I put my bag down and I spot a Daily Texan someone left. I reach over and open it up. It was probably the best lunch I’ve had in a long time. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had Burger King in one or two months, and it’s my favorite fast food place. They need to build one close to south campus. It was really pensive, just quietly studying the newspaper while I had my two burgers (I was hungry). I think I’ll do that more often when I get a chance. Eating by oneself isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

In much more important news, rank 1 Texas takes on Missouri tomorrow. Hook ‘em. There’s all this balderdash about how there have been four other number 1’s this year and how they were all upset. Well, Texas isn’t like those other weaklings. Especially that USC losing to who was it again? I can’t even remember which team it was they were so obscure. ESPN Game Day has been setting up on the front lawn of the tower for the past three days, that will be exciting to see on the telly tomorrow.

I read somewhere an important fact about self image. The way you see yourself may be different from the way others see you. That makes me think a lot. My friend recently told me I care too much what others think. Upon soul searching, she’s right. All it did was take a couple drinks for me to realize. We’re all social creatures, no? How we appear to others impacts our interactions with others. I like to meet people who are open and friendly on first impression, but I find myself doing the exactly opposite when I meet people sometimes. I’m so hypocritical sometimes, I say I hate these qualities, but I end up showing them occassionally. What was the point of this meaningless string of thoughts? I just want the reader to look deep inside. What do people truly think of you? Is that different from how you feel? I ask myself that sometimes during calculus. Which explains my abysmal score on the last test.