Brownies, Cards, and Man Drama.

Yesterday was a fairly normal day. I came home from school on the smelly, obscene bus, threw down my junk, skipped the cardio, started to clean my house, became distracted, went back to cleaning, practiced piano, didn't do homework, circled back to cleaning, checked my facebook, cleaned some more, got in the shower, started to make brownies, ran out of eggs, went to WINCO for eggs, finished the brownies, intercepted a few friends who arrived on time, did my hair and makeup, burned my brownies, became exceedingly frustrated and angry, waited for more people to arrive, played oh heck, gave directions to my house, lost at oh heck, greeted the next three people to arrive, played nertz, lost at nertz, served brownies, played apples to apples, won apples to apples, took various gibes and abuses throughout the evening, and sent everyone home.
I suppose the entire evening would not have been so bad if certain companies hadn't mixed, the brownies hadn't burned, and if certain drama hadn't promptly followed after most of the guests left.
I have never realized how intense male drama can be, until I recently I experienced its wrath first hand. Without going into detail, it seems that the more guys you have in one place that a] don't know each other, b] like the same chick, c] don't care to know each other, or d] all of the above, the more tension there is. The tension last night was so thick I probably could have sliced it with my tongue.
I really don't have anything else to say, other than that I learned to not let oil and water mix. Cheers.