Stuntin is a habit, get like me...
I've been waiting all week for this day. Today is the day I get to show out. I get to bare it all for no reason other than because today is Thursday, and it's a sacred day for me.
Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays are always quiet days because everyone is in class doing homework or recovering from weekends filled with drunken debauchery. But when Thursday night comes, all hangovers, ailments, financial problems, and imminent tests are pushed to the back burner or completely forgotten as people invade liquor stores and spend hours getting dressed to go to the same place they go every week with the same people. On Thursday nights sound systems are cranked, clothes are thrown all over the place, and jewelry boxes are raided. Texts fly back and forth as friends compare notes on what parties are being thrown, who's wearing what, and whose house everyone is meeting up at.
I've had "party" in my system for two weeks now, and it's an urging that just hasn't gone away. I'm normally a solitary human being, preferring to stay locked up in my room rather than out partying every night of the week. But when I get a hankering for a good party, I crave it and I actually get rather restless until I can satisfy that craving.
I don't quite know what my plans are for tonight yet, which is perfectly normal for a Thursday afternoon. I do know that I've got some room cleaning to do, and some blog starting, and some other mundane and useless events until I feel like it's a good time to start getting ready to go out to do whatever it is I go out and do tonight.
Until later (because you know I'll probably be blogging my ass off for the next few hours), deuces.