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Saturday, May 31, 2008

smooth it out

i feel horrible. i haven't slept decently since i've been back at home, i've been constantly and completely exhausted and i think it's a summer cold.

i did some shopping yesterday morning, spent a while online, watched the pamela anderson roast, thoroughly enjoyed making noises with my guitar and crashed for an hour or two. my cousins picked me up on their way to herzeliya, and we had a great bobotie dinner.

around 11.30pm i met up with egg in dizengoff and we went barhopping. the first bar had great music but was almost exclusively filled with guys, the second looked promising so we went inside and ordered "camel" beers.

first, i think i know what part of the camel was used to make that beer. second, although the music was decent the atmosphere sucked. third, not a single girl with potential. every time i made eye-contact thinking "hmmm, cute" at first glance i was almost immediately afterwards disappointed. and the dog that was running around stopped at one point to hump my leg, i was unimpressed.

after managing to finish the beer - an experience somewhat reminiscent of participating in fear factor - we escaped and stopped by the ilke. egg keeps pushing to see if something will happen with bt.

singer was there, so we sat down with her to an evening of too much alcohol and general silliness. bt was actually fairly pleasant - which means that i've now lost my excuse to not steal glances at her bum.

oh, well ;)

the boss and i sat singing and laughing over his richard cheese playlist until just after 5am, and singer and i stumbled out together in a bad state. i hailed her a taxi, put in my headphones and slowly walked home singing to deftones - passenger and a perfect circle, and i've been "sleeping" since i got back.

my head's stuffed with cotton and i can barely see. her mother explained to me last night that the muscles accessible via the temple are connected to exhaustion, not eye-strain. singer claimed that if you massage them too hard you can damage your eyesight but i can't find anything to back that up.

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