I went to a party last night… It was pretty much my first real party since I got to college… It was interesting… I actually don’t remember that much… But I remember a guy getting beat up by a bunch of other big guys and a couple people trying to put their arms around me.

I tense up a lot when people I dont know put their arms around me. People must think I’m a freak.

I got asked about twenty times if I was a raver. GODDAMNIT… I’m not a raver! This is my first party. I did meet a nice guy who was into Anime and Dragon Ash, though… But then James came in and was like “there’s a fight! we gotta jet!.”… Well, I dont know exactly what he said… but it was along those lines…

It’s OK, though… I think he was trying to put his arm around me too. =T

I hate people who try to make excuses to touch you. Like this one guy… He kept asking me if I was Ok and kept trying to hold onto my arm and I was like goddamnit… If I wanted to hang onto you, I would have done it out of my own free will. And then this other guy who made me walk down hella steps even though I was like… I don’t think I can handle those right now. =T He was like ‘You want me to carry you?’ I was like … In that case, i’d rather take the stairs by myself.

I realize that everything is really fragmented right now… Segmented into weird little paragraphs. I can’t really help it, though. I’m thinking like that. God, I hope I feel better by Monday.. I think I have a paper to write for Writing already.

Anyhow… I realize I’m a really perverse person. I want things I can’t have with a mad desire. I crave them, I burn for them… But then after I’ve had them… I just want to move on. It’s a part of human nature, I know… But I still want to hit myself for it.

I’ve run out of steam. I have so much more to write, but no will to write it. Later, I suppose