this past weekend...
wow...this past w/e was quite possibaly the worst w/e ever. well it all started friday night and just got worse and worse as the w/e went on.
friday...the night started like any other night in wonderful c-town...boring as all hell, so i called frank to see if he wanted to meet down at memorial park to just chill. as it turns out he was madd bored too do he ended up calling his friend lisa to see if she wanted to hang out. so then frank and i go down to pick up steph and kim down at blockbuster. steph and i end up going to kims house cuz we thought that thats where we were going, but frank and kim ended up going to fortes to meet up w/ lisa. so we get there to kims house and call frank to see where they were, and that said that they were at fortes so we went there, where steph got into franks car and he took her home and came back w/ kim...heres where my w/e begins to get REALLY shity. so lisa's in front followed by frank and kim then me...now we're in west orange and lisa makes a right turn then frank starts to break to turn and so do i...but...as i hit my breaks, my car just simply skids into the back of franks car causing him to kinda fishtail and end up hiting a pole...now i feel REALLY REALLY shity, being that i just caused my 2 friend to get hurt and b sent to the hospital.
saturday...the next morning, i wake up after barely getting like any sleep, and end up going 2 the high school cuz my parents wanted me to take my brother down ther for his pepband rehersal...so i get there and i see chris and colleen and they take a look at my car...later that day i go to the fire house for a block party that i was assigned to go to...the came the time that i was dreading...the time to tell my parents what had happened...supprisingly they werent that mad at me, actually they were more mad at me for waiting to tell them then for what had actually happened...so i gave my mim my keys and have not drivin since then...so last night i just sat home alone and just laid down and watched some dumbass tv shows.
sunday...today i woke up feeling a little better, but after all that had happened, i felt that it would be a really good idea for me to go to church, so i did...after there i walked across the street to the firehouse to just hang around up there for a little while. then i walked home and found out that i had a hockey game a 5 o'clock...so i got a ride there from one of my friends and just kicked some major ass in goal. then i got home and had some dinner and took a shower.
and now here i am, just typing about my shitty-ass life that i really fucking hate right now cuz like none of my "friends" (if thats what you wanna call them) wanna talk to me...all because of something that i really had no fucking control over...i mean i wish this fucking bullshit never fucking happened, because im soooo fucking paranoid that im gonna loose all of my "friends"
friday...the night started like any other night in wonderful c-town...boring as all hell, so i called frank to see if he wanted to meet down at memorial park to just chill. as it turns out he was madd bored too do he ended up calling his friend lisa to see if she wanted to hang out. so then frank and i go down to pick up steph and kim down at blockbuster. steph and i end up going to kims house cuz we thought that thats where we were going, but frank and kim ended up going to fortes to meet up w/ lisa. so we get there to kims house and call frank to see where they were, and that said that they were at fortes so we went there, where steph got into franks car and he took her home and came back w/ kim...heres where my w/e begins to get REALLY shity. so lisa's in front followed by frank and kim then me...now we're in west orange and lisa makes a right turn then frank starts to break to turn and so do i...but...as i hit my breaks, my car just simply skids into the back of franks car causing him to kinda fishtail and end up hiting a pole...now i feel REALLY REALLY shity, being that i just caused my 2 friend to get hurt and b sent to the hospital.
saturday...the next morning, i wake up after barely getting like any sleep, and end up going 2 the high school cuz my parents wanted me to take my brother down ther for his pepband rehersal...so i get there and i see chris and colleen and they take a look at my car...later that day i go to the fire house for a block party that i was assigned to go to...the came the time that i was dreading...the time to tell my parents what had happened...supprisingly they werent that mad at me, actually they were more mad at me for waiting to tell them then for what had actually happened...so i gave my mim my keys and have not drivin since then...so last night i just sat home alone and just laid down and watched some dumbass tv shows.
sunday...today i woke up feeling a little better, but after all that had happened, i felt that it would be a really good idea for me to go to church, so i did...after there i walked across the street to the firehouse to just hang around up there for a little while. then i walked home and found out that i had a hockey game a 5 o'clock...so i got a ride there from one of my friends and just kicked some major ass in goal. then i got home and had some dinner and took a shower.
and now here i am, just typing about my shitty-ass life that i really fucking hate right now cuz like none of my "friends" (if thats what you wanna call them) wanna talk to me...all because of something that i really had no fucking control over...i mean i wish this fucking bullshit never fucking happened, because im soooo fucking paranoid that im gonna loose all of my "friends"