"No, this is Glasses in ABOUT an Hour."
Oi, sorry J, here we go...
Monday, as in last Monday, not yesterday, was a Monday. Drank, had a sleepover with J and Oliver and Aaron, woke up too early thanks to Nick, ((I said 7.30, NOT 7.)) cursed at the snow, went to work and myspaced about for the majority of the day.
Tuesday and Wednesday were taken up by work and Branden and American Idol. We're way too excited about that show. Its a problem.
Thursday was Nick and Jason's...watched Crank, slept on a floor and froze to death.
Friday was a Friday. I tried and tried and tried to sleep, to be ready for Saturday night. I failed miserably.
Saturday was the shit. When J and I got off work, we went to the mom's and visited for a bit. Then Lafayette to the mall, then Fazoli's, then J's to shower. Chuck came and brought blueberry vodka, which I don't recommend. Then Where Else. Then J's. Dennis and I slept in the kitchen. Yes, the kitchen. I ran into Lindsay, and decided that maybe she's not so bad when she's not with Nick. Maybe its him? Eh? Ehhhh?
That picture is NOT cute in color. I look dead.
Sunday we decided that we would both just stay home on Monday, clean maybe, pretend to get something accomplished. ((?)) Well, then we decided that we would at least watch movies at her house and not drink. Then we decided that maybe we could drink a little while watching the movies. THEN Dennis had to mention the bar, and we both said no. ...But a few seconds later J pipes in with "Well, I mean, I guess we could go." To which I replied "Yeah, we'll just have one. We won't take any money or anything." A few moments of silence, and then she laughed and said "Ohhhh lets just get drunk."
What? We tried.
Bright Eyes is playing in Chicago February 25th. I was pretty excited about that. In fact, I was about to click the little button to order tickets for me and J and Kaylia but...Do you know what day that's on? A SUNDAY! Who kicks off a tour, in CHICAGO, on A SUNDAY?! Stupid pill-poppin' drunken emo boy. Thanks for thinkin' of your fans, dickweed.
I'll probably end up going anyway. I'm a moron.
Sooooo...Branden's spring break. Did we already discuss this? Oh, who knows, you can read it again. Anyway, it starts on like March 9th I believe. We decided that it would be a good idea to get a bunch of money and just drive South and see what happens. I'm pretty excited about that. 'Bout time he gives in to my demands. I'm still going to New Orleans by myself though. And soon.
Lafayette is eating me alive. Wait, scratch that. The way I'm acting is eating me alive. I need to start hanging out with my friends more. Friend friends not bar buddies/scene kids/please delete my numbers/I only like you sometimes/we've never had a REAL conversation kind of friends. These two in particular make me pretty happy:
Yes, Clint's eyes are blacked. Don't worry about it. Anyway, I love those boys. And yes, you too J.
Ah, and here we have the tattoo. I don't know where the picture I had of it healed ran off to. I'll get some. Anywho, this is exactly what I wanted and I couldn't be happier that its stuck on me forever. 4 down, 6 to go.
Surprisingly enough, it hurt in the spots I least expected it to, and didn't hurt at all where I thought it would kill. I wish I had the balls to get sleeves. =/
Ok! Vacation planning time.
WAIT! Almost forgot. My mom is a total stoner, and she is going on that Judge Mathis show. She pretty much owns.
ANNNNNNDD I was supposed to do this a while ago. Ten things you love that start with the letter given to you. I got a C from Chloe and an A from Alanah so I guess I have to do two. Comment and ask for a letter, and you shall receive.
The Cs.
1. Christopher Moore. He's working his way to like, my third favorite author.
2. Califone. Duh.
3. Concerts.
4. Cool Whip. I could seriously eat a tub of that stuff in one sitting.
5. Coffee and/or caffeine pills. Sleep is for bitches.
6. Craig Ferguson. I thank him silently every day for writing Between The Bridge and The River.
7. Creating something from nothing.
8. Crayon wax candles. They're fun to make, though they smell a little odd.
9. Clint and Jayson.
10. Chocolate milk, made with the powder. It forms those little chocolate bubbles on the top of the milk and you scoop 'em off with a spoon and eat 'em! So good.
The As.
1. Abstract thought.
2. American Idol.
3. Amy Brown art.
4. Apples. Baked with cinnamon on toast. Holy shit. I'm going to go make some.
5. Airports. They mean you're about to get on a plane and go somewhere awesome. Plus, I have met someone amazing every time I've been in one. AND all airports smell the same. Why is that?
6. Any and all David Lynch and Troma movies. ((Eh? I'm running out of ideas here...))
7. Absurd amounts of laughter.
8. Alcohol. I know. We ALL know.
9. All things orange...with the exception of the weird fuzzy fetus in J's living room. Those things are scary.
10. Africa. Specifically, fixing it.
Ok, there we go. =)
Monday, as in last Monday, not yesterday, was a Monday. Drank, had a sleepover with J and Oliver and Aaron, woke up too early thanks to Nick, ((I said 7.30, NOT 7.)) cursed at the snow, went to work and myspaced about for the majority of the day.
Tuesday and Wednesday were taken up by work and Branden and American Idol. We're way too excited about that show. Its a problem.
Thursday was Nick and Jason's...watched Crank, slept on a floor and froze to death.
Friday was a Friday. I tried and tried and tried to sleep, to be ready for Saturday night. I failed miserably.
Saturday was the shit. When J and I got off work, we went to the mom's and visited for a bit. Then Lafayette to the mall, then Fazoli's, then J's to shower. Chuck came and brought blueberry vodka, which I don't recommend. Then Where Else. Then J's. Dennis and I slept in the kitchen. Yes, the kitchen. I ran into Lindsay, and decided that maybe she's not so bad when she's not with Nick. Maybe its him? Eh? Ehhhh?
That picture is NOT cute in color. I look dead.
Sunday we decided that we would both just stay home on Monday, clean maybe, pretend to get something accomplished. ((?)) Well, then we decided that we would at least watch movies at her house and not drink. Then we decided that maybe we could drink a little while watching the movies. THEN Dennis had to mention the bar, and we both said no. ...But a few seconds later J pipes in with "Well, I mean, I guess we could go." To which I replied "Yeah, we'll just have one. We won't take any money or anything." A few moments of silence, and then she laughed and said "Ohhhh lets just get drunk."
What? We tried.
Bright Eyes is playing in Chicago February 25th. I was pretty excited about that. In fact, I was about to click the little button to order tickets for me and J and Kaylia but...Do you know what day that's on? A SUNDAY! Who kicks off a tour, in CHICAGO, on A SUNDAY?! Stupid pill-poppin' drunken emo boy. Thanks for thinkin' of your fans, dickweed.
I'll probably end up going anyway. I'm a moron.
Sooooo...Branden's spring break. Did we already discuss this? Oh, who knows, you can read it again. Anyway, it starts on like March 9th I believe. We decided that it would be a good idea to get a bunch of money and just drive South and see what happens. I'm pretty excited about that. 'Bout time he gives in to my demands. I'm still going to New Orleans by myself though. And soon.
Lafayette is eating me alive. Wait, scratch that. The way I'm acting is eating me alive. I need to start hanging out with my friends more. Friend friends not bar buddies/scene kids/please delete my numbers/I only like you sometimes/we've never had a REAL conversation kind of friends. These two in particular make me pretty happy:
Yes, Clint's eyes are blacked. Don't worry about it. Anyway, I love those boys. And yes, you too J.
Ah, and here we have the tattoo. I don't know where the picture I had of it healed ran off to. I'll get some. Anywho, this is exactly what I wanted and I couldn't be happier that its stuck on me forever. 4 down, 6 to go.
Surprisingly enough, it hurt in the spots I least expected it to, and didn't hurt at all where I thought it would kill. I wish I had the balls to get sleeves. =/
Ok! Vacation planning time.
WAIT! Almost forgot. My mom is a total stoner, and she is going on that Judge Mathis show. She pretty much owns.
ANNNNNNDD I was supposed to do this a while ago. Ten things you love that start with the letter given to you. I got a C from Chloe and an A from Alanah so I guess I have to do two. Comment and ask for a letter, and you shall receive.
The Cs.
1. Christopher Moore. He's working his way to like, my third favorite author.
2. Califone. Duh.
3. Concerts.
4. Cool Whip. I could seriously eat a tub of that stuff in one sitting.
5. Coffee and/or caffeine pills. Sleep is for bitches.
6. Craig Ferguson. I thank him silently every day for writing Between The Bridge and The River.
7. Creating something from nothing.
8. Crayon wax candles. They're fun to make, though they smell a little odd.
9. Clint and Jayson.
10. Chocolate milk, made with the powder. It forms those little chocolate bubbles on the top of the milk and you scoop 'em off with a spoon and eat 'em! So good.
The As.
1. Abstract thought.
2. American Idol.
3. Amy Brown art.
4. Apples. Baked with cinnamon on toast. Holy shit. I'm going to go make some.
5. Airports. They mean you're about to get on a plane and go somewhere awesome. Plus, I have met someone amazing every time I've been in one. AND all airports smell the same. Why is that?
6. Any and all David Lynch and Troma movies. ((Eh? I'm running out of ideas here...))
7. Absurd amounts of laughter.
8. Alcohol. I know. We ALL know.
9. All things orange...with the exception of the weird fuzzy fetus in J's living room. Those things are scary.
10. Africa. Specifically, fixing it.
Ok, there we go. =)