Went out with some friends and played some pool. See the funny thing is, I had played pool a few days ago with my uncle/aunt/aunt's friend. And I had an ok time. It was most probably better than anything else I could have done at that point. But it didn't compare to how I felt when I was with friends. Now I know I'm not saying anything too profound here, but bear with me for a second.
Now... I'm going to sound like a whore for a second. Just warning you ahead of time. So one of my friends, lets name her Susan Boyle. She brought her boyfriend over with her, first time that I even knew Boyle had a boyfriend, much less a guy that cute. I was having a pretty good time before that (one hour in and only on the second game), but as soon as they had arrived, I had to keep averting my eyes.
I don't think you understand how attractive this male was. But obviously, he's Susan's boyfriend. So it would have been a tad strange if I had just spent the rest of the night giving him furtive glances when I thought no one was looking. But that's just a side note...
When is the joy of doing nothing replaced with the pain/boredom of doing nothing....?
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