4 a.m. again...

Day 297

Let's get right to it, it is nearly 4 am and I would say that I am nearly sober but that might be a lie.

Most of the day was spent walking and biking around. For some reason I had gotten in my head that I should go out to try a new Quiznos sub that I had seen on a commercial. Turns out that the sandwich wasn't really all that good. When I was eating my mediocre sandwich I looked out the window to see a girl in my program standing on the opposite corner wearing a sandwich board. Ironic, huh? Eating a sandwich while seeing a friend wearing a sandwich board.

Anyway, I went up to my friend to see why she was wearing a sandwich board. Apparently, it had something to do with being against raping women. I reached into my pocket to put in a dollar coin and grabbed what may have been a penny (I didn't look) and she handed me a pamphlet after giving a disgusted look in the money jar at my donation. I scoffed at the pamphlet on reflex after I saw the hand drawn pictures that reminded me of the hyper-Christian pamphlets my friends give me as jokes. She gave me a look and I had to tell her that I laughed because I used to collect pamphlets, I guess it's kinda true.

Tonight I went out with a bunch of writers and we went to the beach. I did the thing that my parents used to do at church potlucks--don't bring any food but make sure to eat other people's food. After the beach outing we wound up at a shitty karaoke bar attached to a hotel. Two extremely feminine gay men showed up and told me how much they love me. One of them did an astounding impression of Garth Brooks. Later I watched the extremely hot male writer's roommate and a girl I know make small talk. Just prior to that I did my version of small talk on him, my version, "Who the hell are you? Seriously, who are you? What's your story? What do you want out of life?" I wonder how much of me not dating anyone has to do with my inability to talk to strangers casually.

The screen is starting to look a little blurry better sign off.

Tip of the Day: Don't drink that extra beer, it's a bad idea.

-Canadian Castaway