(no subject)
So this weekend was stereo-typical as they come.
Basically, we all got drunk on Friday night in our place of gathering, which was, of course, Mother Byron. Springbank park, to be exact.
So we're all drinking and then some stupid shit went down and I got in a fight with some guy who shall remain nameless. It wasn't really a fight, because nobody won, but it was a mini-fight...I was hammered, and he was hammered, and he did something to his girlfriend that made her cry. And I didn't like that and I didn't like how I witnessed it so before I knew it, I lunged at him and grabbed him and screamed in his face to never touch her again. We shoved each other a couple times and grabbed onto each other's clothes, he landed a few punches, one to the side of my face, and one to my chest, but then I lost it again and I chucked down my beer bottle, hit him wherever I could, which wasn't very often because he's fast...and then I shoved him really hard because I saw his hand come up in a fist and I knew it was going to hit me, hard, probably in the side of the head. His girlfriend cried, my boyfriend yelled, the guy took off...I was shaking like a leaf, so I grabbed the girl and went into the forest to try and calm her down (and myself). I went to the bus stop where I knew he would be and I tried to talk to him...he was passing out and he was angry and my boyfriend was scared he might strike out again, but I knew what I was doing. I maintained my calm state and told him to shape up and to stop his foolish actions...Frank got all emotional and the guy threw up off and on...it was pretty intense, so after they boarded their bus and all was well (better than it had been a half hour previously, at least), me and Frank stopped off at A&P to have a smoke before retiring to his house. (MY FUTURE HOUSE!)
Otherwise, I haven't been going to my last period classes as of lately because I am just so stressed out and nervous about everything. Exams are coming up, my commencement is this Thursday, I have to finish packing because right now my room is a complete mess, but my mum won't comment on the exact date of my leaving. It's driving me up the wall and giving me butterflies.
Today was also my last day to do TV announcements. I guess DeLuzio hates me because he only put me on air twice in the past few months...what can you do, I guess? That reminds me...I have to tye-dye that shirt tomorrow..and FUCK I have to get started on my fashion assignment..that stupid purse thing. I am so fucked over...I am so stressed because of it...I wish there were four of me, and the other three I'd make do slave labour and finish all my assignments so I could stop worrying so damn much.
Ah, to be twelve again. Or even five. Five was a cool age. I was always so curious.
Basically, we all got drunk on Friday night in our place of gathering, which was, of course, Mother Byron. Springbank park, to be exact.
So we're all drinking and then some stupid shit went down and I got in a fight with some guy who shall remain nameless. It wasn't really a fight, because nobody won, but it was a mini-fight...I was hammered, and he was hammered, and he did something to his girlfriend that made her cry. And I didn't like that and I didn't like how I witnessed it so before I knew it, I lunged at him and grabbed him and screamed in his face to never touch her again. We shoved each other a couple times and grabbed onto each other's clothes, he landed a few punches, one to the side of my face, and one to my chest, but then I lost it again and I chucked down my beer bottle, hit him wherever I could, which wasn't very often because he's fast...and then I shoved him really hard because I saw his hand come up in a fist and I knew it was going to hit me, hard, probably in the side of the head. His girlfriend cried, my boyfriend yelled, the guy took off...I was shaking like a leaf, so I grabbed the girl and went into the forest to try and calm her down (and myself). I went to the bus stop where I knew he would be and I tried to talk to him...he was passing out and he was angry and my boyfriend was scared he might strike out again, but I knew what I was doing. I maintained my calm state and told him to shape up and to stop his foolish actions...Frank got all emotional and the guy threw up off and on...it was pretty intense, so after they boarded their bus and all was well (better than it had been a half hour previously, at least), me and Frank stopped off at A&P to have a smoke before retiring to his house. (MY FUTURE HOUSE!)
Otherwise, I haven't been going to my last period classes as of lately because I am just so stressed out and nervous about everything. Exams are coming up, my commencement is this Thursday, I have to finish packing because right now my room is a complete mess, but my mum won't comment on the exact date of my leaving. It's driving me up the wall and giving me butterflies.
Today was also my last day to do TV announcements. I guess DeLuzio hates me because he only put me on air twice in the past few months...what can you do, I guess? That reminds me...I have to tye-dye that shirt tomorrow..and FUCK I have to get started on my fashion assignment..that stupid purse thing. I am so fucked over...I am so stressed because of it...I wish there were four of me, and the other three I'd make do slave labour and finish all my assignments so I could stop worrying so damn much.
Ah, to be twelve again. Or even five. Five was a cool age. I was always so curious.