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There’s something slightly depressing about a Saturday night alone. Ok, I know there’s not really. I enjoy my alone time as much as anyone (and more than most I think.) I’d certainly rather be inside with a good movie or book than staggering drunkenly down the streets at one in the morning. Still though ... It’s not so much not doing anything as not having anything to do, I think. Like, I can have a perfectly happy Friday or Saturday night under the covers with a romance novel if I’ve been out and about the rest of the week. It’s when I’ve been all nose to the grindstone, looking forward to some weekend time and then all of sudden everyone has other plans or is all “sorry, out of town!” and I’m left forlorn, with sad eyes like a Precious Moments figurine that the weekend can be a bit depressing. I am usually the queen of entertaining myself. This is particularly true since the advent of the internet into my life. Lord, I can spend hours on the internet like you wouldn’t believe (well, some of you probably would.) But there are always those evenings when dammit, I’ve read everything on the internet and yes it is too possible so just shut up right now. What? Alright, I’ve read everything good on the internet, ok. Oh, just shut it. And no one has updated their blogs since I checked them five minutes and how can that be? Oh right, it can be because, unlike me everyone else is out right now because it’s the weekend. Loser. I think living in Isla Vista particularly amplifies these feelings. Because, well, lets take tonight for example. Tonight I was feeling a bit restless and with nothing to do so I started to bake a cake. (What? The solution to all the worlds ills can be found in baked goods.) When you bake anything in our creaky old gas oven the internal temperature of the apartment rises approximately one hundred million degrees, thence the need to open the windows for a cooling breeze. Opening the window brings sounds of drunken merriment from everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. Next door? Blasting the ghetto music for a dance party. Downstairs? A ... mariachi party? Riiiight. Across the street? Hard core punk. Two streets away (which yes, I can totally hear right now?) Someone’s having an Eighties theme party. Sigh. Eighties theme party, that sounds like fun. Everyone else in the world but you is totally having fun right now. This is what Isla Vista tells you. You don’t deserve to be a college student if you don’t want to drink every night. A cake in the oven? What the hell does that have to do with anything? Maybe I’ll ... watch a movie. Yeah, a movie. Holy shit. Every single movie I own sucks ass. Even the ones I rented, like picked out by choice just yesterday, are horrible. Free, but horrible. No movie ... what to do, what to do.... What? Papers, what? Finals? I do not get your meaning. Music, I’ll listen to music. Aaaaaand, still bored. Listening to music in and of itself? Not such exciting occupation. Plus, my pop/ alternative is clashing with the mariachi music emanating from the apartment below us and that is just weird. Damn, how come no one updates their blogs anymore? Woo! “Hey Ya” Five minutes of frantic ass dancing around the bedroom in PJs. Fun, but not lasting fun. Hrm, how about google searches. “Cake baking losers” Hee hee. “Assmaster” Hee hee. “Fun with asses,” without the quotes ... Woah. The results for that one are ... interesting. Maybe I need to get away from the computer for a while. So away from the computer, staring at the wall and waiting for the cake to cool it’s pretty easy to start feeling seriously bored, unwanted, unloved and un-fun. It’s easy to forget the weekends you’ve spent out with friends (who really do like you and did not all leave town on the same weekend on purpose) (except they totally did.) It’s easy to forget all the cool things you have done and will do in the near future. It’s easy to forget the fact that if you called your mother she would love to occupy your time with an hour long conversation. It’s easy to forget all that and get all guess I’ll go eat worms and pout because you are not occupied when you want to be occupied, dammit. No, there is nothing wrong with a Saturday night spent alone. It’s my favorite thing in the world sometimes. But occasionally, like tonight, it does suck. 12:28 a.m. May 30, 2004
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