8/03/2003 03:12:23 PM|||Travis|||

Wow, so last night pretty much sucked.

Now I hate to be negative, because I am always looking at the positive aspects of things- but there was a barrier from last night that just killed the vibe at Absinthe. I am starting to believe that is is the combination of Jake and I- we are fundimentially incompatable. We just don't think alike, and can't really joke around that well because we are constantly at each other's throats. I think the only thin that we could do together that would be fun is to box.

So last night I tried to be very positive as was, until a wave of tiredness swept over me around 12. I have no idea where Jake was at this point- perhaps out on the dancefloor trying to pick up chicks? But I really REALLY wanted to be in bed at that instant. I think it was the fact that my schedule revolved around getting up at 7, so I was naturally getting tired around 12. And that is a great justification for wanting to leave, during the last big day of Fiesta, Santa Barbara's biggest party day.

Partying just doesn't do it for me anymore, I would rather sit down and discuss philosophy with someone interesting rather than drinking myself silly while dillusions of sex run through my mind. I realized that my bar success rate was amazingly low, hovering barely above 0 (only due to one, fat chick) and that I had spend so much of my energy trying to realize this goal it is silly.

I have had thoughts like this before, but have I enacted them? Not until now.

Fuck "parties."

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