"Sumones in here." "Yeah i know get the fuck out."
This weekend was ultra excessive novelesque.
Thursday: After class had a diner date with eddie. The food was lackluster, but our conversation kicked ass. Then we hung out in a laundry mat and ate candy. He gave me a polaroid camera!!!
Friday: Went out to dinner with blair. Got all jazzed up and went to the pirate party. Downtown buchaneer brown transformed her entire backyard into a nationwide bonafide too legit to quit pirate ship. With a plank and canons and the works. Like, seriously. Everyone went beyond dressing up, drank lots of rum and tropical alcoholoic beverages, sang to flogging molly, and sword fought on the trampoline. I took captain coconut home with me.
Saturday: Woke up early to take blair to the clinic so she could donate freesis. They rejected her dirty jew blood so we went shopping instead. After being hella overwhelmed, we went and picked up palmer and hacked to our favorite rockers from waldorf MD. I hate south street, talked to blaney, and was bought jelly krimpets. Blair and i came home, she drank flavored beer, and we apparently took our friendship to a new level. Owen called and yelled a lot so we drove to germantown to see the chickpeas play in a ballet studio. To further share the piratelove, we went dressed appropriately. They closed with 'rockstars are dead' and i sang along.
Sunday: Woke up reel latelike and ate food. Then we went back to bed and hid under the covers since my room was like below zero. Blair drank more flavored beer and i put my gloves on. We listened to the boils and sang loud. I drove her back to penn eventually, then watched sum of the mayfair parade since they had the streets blocked off and i couldnt get home. Slaved over sum arthomework, then went to eddies. He turned 20 today! And its his golden birthday! A bunch of good people were there, as well as the austin family whom i adore. We all made our own pizzas and ate cake and ice cream and it all tasted divine. Then we watched movies they made. Came home and finished my projects like a good little art student.
Im a shallow person and blair looked so rock n roll in that leather jacket, i made her wear it to bed and everything. Shes trashy and i LOVE her. We made a widow club and tried to compensate for the missing von chainsaw all weekend. Er? Revive the petric pie whoa-oh.
So in summary: arg matey, choco taco, happy 20th eddie, go wretsky go.
This was long and no one gave a fuck but shut up, i feel the unrelenting compulsive need to document my life. I cant help it...but i totally fell in love with this boils album. Wont stop (whether or not) listening. The upcoming week is shaping up to be pretty damn tasty and i feel excited. Excited and happy and digging where im at.
Mixtape mania! I recieved the most radtastic tape in my mailslot straight from scranton and its fucking a da mazing. Also a talking heads/lightening bolt split jawn recorded from records and whatnot from eddie.
Now im staying up like a sucka cos time zones are lame.
My friends rule.
xo becky.
Thursday: After class had a diner date with eddie. The food was lackluster, but our conversation kicked ass. Then we hung out in a laundry mat and ate candy. He gave me a polaroid camera!!!
Friday: Went out to dinner with blair. Got all jazzed up and went to the pirate party. Downtown buchaneer brown transformed her entire backyard into a nationwide bonafide too legit to quit pirate ship. With a plank and canons and the works. Like, seriously. Everyone went beyond dressing up, drank lots of rum and tropical alcoholoic beverages, sang to flogging molly, and sword fought on the trampoline. I took captain coconut home with me.
Saturday: Woke up early to take blair to the clinic so she could donate freesis. They rejected her dirty jew blood so we went shopping instead. After being hella overwhelmed, we went and picked up palmer and hacked to our favorite rockers from waldorf MD. I hate south street, talked to blaney, and was bought jelly krimpets. Blair and i came home, she drank flavored beer, and we apparently took our friendship to a new level. Owen called and yelled a lot so we drove to germantown to see the chickpeas play in a ballet studio. To further share the piratelove, we went dressed appropriately. They closed with 'rockstars are dead' and i sang along.
Sunday: Woke up reel latelike and ate food. Then we went back to bed and hid under the covers since my room was like below zero. Blair drank more flavored beer and i put my gloves on. We listened to the boils and sang loud. I drove her back to penn eventually, then watched sum of the mayfair parade since they had the streets blocked off and i couldnt get home. Slaved over sum arthomework, then went to eddies. He turned 20 today! And its his golden birthday! A bunch of good people were there, as well as the austin family whom i adore. We all made our own pizzas and ate cake and ice cream and it all tasted divine. Then we watched movies they made. Came home and finished my projects like a good little art student.
Im a shallow person and blair looked so rock n roll in that leather jacket, i made her wear it to bed and everything. Shes trashy and i LOVE her. We made a widow club and tried to compensate for the missing von chainsaw all weekend. Er? Revive the petric pie whoa-oh.
So in summary: arg matey, choco taco, happy 20th eddie, go wretsky go.
This was long and no one gave a fuck but shut up, i feel the unrelenting compulsive need to document my life. I cant help it...but i totally fell in love with this boils album. Wont stop (whether or not) listening. The upcoming week is shaping up to be pretty damn tasty and i feel excited. Excited and happy and digging where im at.
Mixtape mania! I recieved the most radtastic tape in my mailslot straight from scranton and its fucking a da mazing. Also a talking heads/lightening bolt split jawn recorded from records and whatnot from eddie.
Now im staying up like a sucka cos time zones are lame.
My friends rule.
xo becky.