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i went out yesterday intending to go see a movie, but i was running so late that i decided to skip it. instead i went to get a sandwich at my favorite sandwich place, and i ran into an old friend there, so i sat and talked with her and her friends for a while. she seems happy and her friends are nice and she isn't mad at me, so that was cool.

afterward i went to G's house and then we went to a bar to meet up with her friends. when one of her friends came down the steps - the bar is underground - i thought she was the girlfriend of the person i like, and i asked where her boyfriend was, and she said, "who's that?" i guess they just look really similar. a little later we were joined by two more people, but they were both kind of boring.
we all went to a different bar, and G and i got in free because we go there all the time and know the guy who was watching the door. two of the other people had arrived before us and paid to get in. the third person we could have probably gotten in free but he was whining about how he wanted to go somewhere else anyway. plus he said he couldn't pay because he was broke, but he'd already bought a drink and planned to buy more, so, not broke, just a mooch. so that guy left and went somewhere else, i guess. who cares.

the bar was having a goth night, so everyone was dressed up in costumes and there was industrial music playing. i didn't see anyone i recognized and i didn't want to go outside with G because of the cold, so i curled up on a sofa with my phone and it was actually really nice. the music was good and the sofa was comfortable. after a while a guy came and talked to me and he was very cool. i don't remember his name because i was a little drunk, but he kept saying my name a lot while we talked. we talked for a long time and then he had to leave with his friend. then i met up with G again and talked to her friend, and then some other guy i think was trying to talk to me but he was being really annoying about it.

after that i took G home. we stopped at sonic on the way and ate at her house and then she went to bed and i went home.

i want to look up the guy i was talking to at the bar. actually, he knows the person i like, because they're in sort of adjacent departments at the same university. i might ask the person i like if he knows this guy, but every time i tell him i'm interested in a guy, he always tells me that person is terrible and i shouldn't like them. G says it's because he's jealous, but i don't care. if he doesn't want to date me then it's none of his business who i like.