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okey doo so the football game on friday night was so hard rock. like me, marin, steffy, jaki, alan, joe clark and libby couldn't be hard rock? poo. it was fucking raw.
and cold. and marin is the best interpretive dancer i've ever known. haha.
anyway, when i came home, my mom, uncle, grandma, and this hot guy my uncle knows marc were in the "let's get shitfaced process." it was hysterical. then my jersey boy called me and i sat on the deck by the pool in the cold and we talked. and it was wonderful. and i took pictures. and got raped by the dog. and we talked about the sky here, you guys know how it is during sunset. it wasnt quite, actually at all, but we talked about that, and the purple skies, and he told me about the cold of jersey, and how he has a skylight in his room that he sees the stars out of, which i am determined to sit in, though he won't let me. psha. i'd like to see him stop me. then i went inside, and my grandma took the phone and started talking to him. and she has an iron grip and wouldn't let me take it back.
"i hope you know that if you arn't good by me, you're dead in the water." she is craaazyyy. he told me he understands drinking and dialing. its almost as unsafe as drinking and driving! im starting a new club. its called
daughters against drunk dialing. (DADD.) holler. lol
then my mom came in my room, totally slammed like, i cant even feel my face hahaha and it was the funniest shit in the world to her. and then we started talking about drunken experiences.
"don't ralph on my bed." said i
"shit i dont throw up im not no fucking kid." replied she
"bro like fucking jon that one time in erins backyard??" giggled i
"that shit... ya'll kids dont know how to drink." retorted she.
bro. good fucking times.
i cant wait till i go to new jersey. my super-brain wonder boy math whiz calculated the rough amount of minutes we had left. i was like ahh math, its just 12 days. lol
and on that note.. we que the music. ♥
and cold. and marin is the best interpretive dancer i've ever known. haha.
anyway, when i came home, my mom, uncle, grandma, and this hot guy my uncle knows marc were in the "let's get shitfaced process." it was hysterical. then my jersey boy called me and i sat on the deck by the pool in the cold and we talked. and it was wonderful. and i took pictures. and got raped by the dog. and we talked about the sky here, you guys know how it is during sunset. it wasnt quite, actually at all, but we talked about that, and the purple skies, and he told me about the cold of jersey, and how he has a skylight in his room that he sees the stars out of, which i am determined to sit in, though he won't let me. psha. i'd like to see him stop me. then i went inside, and my grandma took the phone and started talking to him. and she has an iron grip and wouldn't let me take it back.
"i hope you know that if you arn't good by me, you're dead in the water." she is craaazyyy. he told me he understands drinking and dialing. its almost as unsafe as drinking and driving! im starting a new club. its called
daughters against drunk dialing. (DADD.) holler. lol
then my mom came in my room, totally slammed like, i cant even feel my face hahaha and it was the funniest shit in the world to her. and then we started talking about drunken experiences.
"don't ralph on my bed." said i
"shit i dont throw up im not no fucking kid." replied she
"bro like fucking jon that one time in erins backyard??" giggled i
"that shit... ya'll kids dont know how to drink." retorted she.
bro. good fucking times.
i cant wait till i go to new jersey. my super-brain wonder boy math whiz calculated the rough amount of minutes we had left. i was like ahh math, its just 12 days. lol
and on that note.. we que the music. ♥