Good day, coulda been better...

So today I woke up and played ultimate frisbee, which was sweet.

Then, I hung out with my former Facebook fiancee Daniel, and we cleaned my apartment, which was good cuz it was nasty. (Thanks again buddy)

Then, I went to a party. The person that I wanted to be there, wasn't there. It's all good. :-)

So, I saw a girl that looked like Anne Hathaway the actress, but prettier in my opinion. I wanted to tell her that, but I kept getting too freaked out. Why? I'm bad about talking to people I have no previous kind of connection with for some reason. So, finally, after a lot of my friends telling me to go do it, I told her, and then we talked for a little bit. It was small talk, and I was/am not a big fan of the/our small talk.

So, after I talked to her the first time, I was talking with more people I knew, and then I came back and awkwardly tried to start talking to her again. I went a little overboard with my hyperness, and I think she misinterpreted it as I was drunk. I wasn't. I was just trying to make her laugh, which didn't work very well cuz I think she went into polite laugh mode.

I wanted to really talk to her, but I kept pussing out. Then she left. The only thing I got out of that was her first name. Natalie.

So, I hung around for a little while longer, and then I left. When I was leaving, I saw a girl I met at ultimate. Whilest we were talking, some cops came up and asked us if we were the owners of the apartment, and that they needed to talk to them. So, they did, and I left. Friggin' cops. We're college kids! It's almost Christmas! Leave us the hell alone!

So, I need to grow some balls by the time I go to another party, so's I can go up to pretty girls easier and more confidently.

I'll learn. It's a process.