Man. I thought this weekend would be awesome, but someone punked me. I decided to go to Kulture Klash this weekend which is from 8pm to 2am. I left at 10:30pm. That's right. You normally do not have parties like this in Charleston, and it was the biggest event so far of the year. But I was at the mercy of two others(man, I should of drove there myself). They wanted to go to Folly Beach to hang out at some bar. SOME &^&^% BAR! Some how Folly Beach triumphs tons of people, bands playing outside, and hip-hop music with a dance floor inside. Plus they had tons of paintings, a mini-golf course, and "beer"(since they wanted to drink at a bar so bad). Not to mention the party didn't even start(it's 10:30)!

So I said, we better have fun at Folly Beach. But I forgot. I never have fun hanging out with these people. If you can't have open discussions with your friends about anything, the question is how close are you? That's one of the reason why I feel like I don't fit in. And for some reason I never can get past the conversation about what I do for a living? How many times do I have to tell someone I'm a technical illustrator working for so-and-so? I always have to present my resume before I engage with these people. Anyway, on our way there "they" decided to just go home.

Sunday isn't too bad since there's two hockey games I can watch. On Monday I start my second job. Fun!