an asstastic series of events

went to a fucking NHS relay-for-life last night--got all of one hour of sleep. the rest of my time was spent walking around a nasty-ass pond with dan (a man whore), mitchell (a robot), and clara (a very nice person--when she isn't drunk). It was a waste...i mean, for a good cause, yeah, and now i have NHS hours, which is also nice, but still...cold, boring, and i'm still horny as fuck all.

plus i got the brush off from kirsten earlier that evening, which was a little bit ouch...mostly just me being overly sensitive, as per my usual, but that doesn't mean it doesn't bug me. megan, too...she'll call me tonight, so i can help her write her history papers that giles lost, but does she ever call me otherwise? the answer to that question would be a resounding no. and it's mostly my fault, really--i've been so antisocial in the past, making excuses to not have to see people and never going out of my way to initiate social contact, so i suppose i've only myself to blame that nobody seeks me out now.

oh! so about two months ago greta asked me if i'd play duets with her at the wedding of a friend, and i said no (because of the relay, and because i didn't want to anyway). she got anne to do it. then, friday night, anne calls and wants me to do it instead, because she'll get kicked off of the track team if she doesn't show up to something or other. bear in mind that this wedding was yesterday at 3:30, and anne was calling me at 7 on friday night. i said no again, because it still didn't fit too well as far as scheduling goes, because i still didn't want to, and ...

must go pick up der bruder from a boyscout outing. more shortly.