violent friday night

i hit a guy in the head with a straw goat yesterday.

it was fun.
well. just to make sure i don't sound too violent and sadistic: i actually had a reason to hit him.
my friend celebrated her birthday in a corridor, and this guy who lives there and had been drinking since yesterday wanted to join the party. he also thought he would show a great party trick: hitting himself in the head with a bottle. none of us thought it would be amusing to see him bleed to death at the party so, before he had time to hit himself i grabbed the straw goat and hit him with it first. not the most polite thing to do, perhaps, but at least this made him perplexed enough to forget he was going to hit himself. the party was nice and everyone had a good time for the rest of the night (i think. well, i'll just write so as it sounds good and wraps this post up nicely.)

among other things: life goes on. and on and on and on and on. everything is happening at once, but for the first time in weeks i feel like just letting it happen and moving with the flow instead of fighting against it.