Not really. Well, not now at least.
I should be doing lots of things besides this. Not that I'm going to after I'm done writing, anyway. So hmm. Where to begin?
It was a lot of fun. A blast if you will. Went to Sioux Falls to shop. Stopped in Trent (of the beloved Trent Chester roadsign) to visit. It's very interesting, I recommend everyone take a gander. (I would have pictures, but I opted for the one that takes longer. Damnit.) I spent too much money in Sioux Falls, but got a lot of cool things. You know, movies, clothes, the usual. (I've got a trigun t-shirt. and blue shorts. Very pretty.)
So, Sioux Falls was excellent, even though it was only the first half.
The party was… wow. It was pretty good. Presents are fun. People are really fun. A lot of people came, and that made me very very happy. There was weirdness between some, but when you get that many different people together, it's bound to happen.
So, anyway, bla bla bla bla. Stuff. Then it was 3 or 4a.m. or something. That's when we whipped out the bottle. Not to drink, no, never anything as lame as that… we deemed it necessary to play spin the bottle!
It was fun, but fun in that sort of “I kicked down a five-year-old's snow fort!” sort of fun. You know, it's really hot and exciting and passionate, but afterwards you're like “damnit, I just destroyed something beautiful and innocent.”
Well, at least I am. Was. Whatever. I've come to know that sex is meaningless. Well, I mean to say meaningless sex is a terrible thing. I kind of thought that kissing was supposed to be something special. It doesn't even matter, but I can't shake the feeling.
My kissing experience prior to that hadn't been much. There's naturally the childhood things between family and then there was that time at the swimming pool where little chrissy kissed little becca or becka or sally or whatever. Then there were the few stolen kisses from Steph, that really lame spin the bottle game last summer. (Look, a forehead!) And that one thing with Kolb (“my first kiss.” he didn't even know. ungh.)
So… anyway. I think I might be a little more secure in my sexuality now*. Or maybe some deep subconscious Freudian thing prohibits me from liking girls. I really don't know.
*Yeah. Seth and I made out. Alex and I made out. Those were the longest kisses of any of them… Uhm. Yeah, that just gives me further issues. Especially since earlier in the evening I was somewhat-privately moping about being alone. (damnit Andy… goodbye and I love you.) Uhh.. so, you know that episode of Queer as Folk where Justin and his female friend do it because she wants him to be her first time and she ends up falling in love with him, or at least thinks she does?
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Yeah, this isn't anything like that.