This Entry Will Be Fucked Up.
So we are supposed to be in Las Vegas right? Nope.
We are in fucking DeLand/Daytona Beach Florida. Mhhhm.
Here's thee story. Okay? Jessicka and I drive up to Michigan and we go over to James' (thee lead singer guy) house... With him and Eric. We all get wasted and shit. Hang out. Eric's a cool kid. Their drummer is super non-attractive, but funny as hell. And it is even funnier when James and Eric start cracking on him. Anyway... James seems (key word being seems) like a really nice kid. Easy to get along with. Good taste in music. Definetly definetly hott. And really sweet. We pass out. Nothing happened. Don't worry kids. We get up thee next day and shit is going totally and completely wrong. In every way possible. We can't get thee rental car and shit. Finally I am like fuck it let's cram seven people into my car and fucking drive to fucking Vegas. Well... Thee bassist guy has a girlfriend who is coming with and she is supposed to be bringing pot so she is worried about getting pulled over for not having enough seatbelts and she starts bitching. Whatever. Lame. Leave thee fucking pot behind and let us get our asses to fucking Vegas. Not happening. They keep trying to get a van so we decided to stay in Michigan one more night and get wasted again... Only no one really drank all that much. I slept with James. The next day... Terrible. Things still weren't going right. Thee bassist just pretty much quit. Jessicka and Eric were being all mushy and making me feel weird. James acted like a different person altogether. He wasn't very nice. It made me feel really awkward. I was even kind of offended, but you know I am easy to get along with so I just let is slide. We decide we are going to Florida to stay with James' family. So we leave on impulse. Thee trip down here was about 50% bitchyness. 40% hilarious non stop laughter. And about 10% sleeping. We did not sleep much at all.
So we get to Florida and this is a house full of children. Lots. James has thee following people who live here... Thee mom (who is uber nice and very generous), Thee dad (who isn't around much), Thee kids... James' younger sister Tiffany and her boyfriend (Jake) and his twin brother (James) and Tiffany and Jake's daughter (Karmen). She is thee cutest fucking one year old I have ever seen. Then his parents have a three year old little boy (Noah), a four year old little girl (Katie), an eight year old girl (Emily), a half sister little bratty girl (Lyndsay), and then a little boy who is in a wheel chair (Dylan)... I don't know how they (thee parents) do it. There are so many kids and it is so noisy. Anyway they gave us food and our own room with two beds and they were very generous.
We went to thee beach and saw everything and swam in thee ocean... It was great. Beautiful. We talked to people. We saw thee sights... We went to Orlando and it sucked. We just wanted to shop. Thee boardwalk in Daytona Beach was amazing though and we got to see all kinds of awesome shit and stores and it was super. I had a lot of fun. There was some minor drama due to thee fact that people were bitching and that last night Jessicka made a drunken and stupid decision. Jake pierced our eyebrows last night too. It's awesome. We are awesome. James has an awesome sister. She is really nice and easy to get along with. We drank a lot here. Anyway. I don't know. Oh thee night before last... Best sex ever... EXCEPT for thee whole "look at that dolphin" incident (inside joke)... I don't know. I like that kid, but he is very hard to understand and I definetly need my bi-polar medication. Or thee ride home will be hell... Oh and my fucking snake got eaten by thee damn mouse so I have to get a new one (I am a little upset) and I have to sell my dog probably because even though she is getting potty trained... Someone dad knows wants her and it would be less hassle. Oh well... Anyway. I don't even know what else I wanted to say right now. I am too flustered. I will be posting a ton of pictures when I get home.
Jessicka and I decided to move here in about two or three months. It is so easy to get a job here. It's nice. You wake up in a better mood and your just generally always happy.
IM me when I get home.
Peace out gangsta.
We are in fucking DeLand/Daytona Beach Florida. Mhhhm.
Here's thee story. Okay? Jessicka and I drive up to Michigan and we go over to James' (thee lead singer guy) house... With him and Eric. We all get wasted and shit. Hang out. Eric's a cool kid. Their drummer is super non-attractive, but funny as hell. And it is even funnier when James and Eric start cracking on him. Anyway... James seems (key word being seems) like a really nice kid. Easy to get along with. Good taste in music. Definetly definetly hott. And really sweet. We pass out. Nothing happened. Don't worry kids. We get up thee next day and shit is going totally and completely wrong. In every way possible. We can't get thee rental car and shit. Finally I am like fuck it let's cram seven people into my car and fucking drive to fucking Vegas. Well... Thee bassist guy has a girlfriend who is coming with and she is supposed to be bringing pot so she is worried about getting pulled over for not having enough seatbelts and she starts bitching. Whatever. Lame. Leave thee fucking pot behind and let us get our asses to fucking Vegas. Not happening. They keep trying to get a van so we decided to stay in Michigan one more night and get wasted again... Only no one really drank all that much. I slept with James. The next day... Terrible. Things still weren't going right. Thee bassist just pretty much quit. Jessicka and Eric were being all mushy and making me feel weird. James acted like a different person altogether. He wasn't very nice. It made me feel really awkward. I was even kind of offended, but you know I am easy to get along with so I just let is slide. We decide we are going to Florida to stay with James' family. So we leave on impulse. Thee trip down here was about 50% bitchyness. 40% hilarious non stop laughter. And about 10% sleeping. We did not sleep much at all.
So we get to Florida and this is a house full of children. Lots. James has thee following people who live here... Thee mom (who is uber nice and very generous), Thee dad (who isn't around much), Thee kids... James' younger sister Tiffany and her boyfriend (Jake) and his twin brother (James) and Tiffany and Jake's daughter (Karmen). She is thee cutest fucking one year old I have ever seen. Then his parents have a three year old little boy (Noah), a four year old little girl (Katie), an eight year old girl (Emily), a half sister little bratty girl (Lyndsay), and then a little boy who is in a wheel chair (Dylan)... I don't know how they (thee parents) do it. There are so many kids and it is so noisy. Anyway they gave us food and our own room with two beds and they were very generous.
We went to thee beach and saw everything and swam in thee ocean... It was great. Beautiful. We talked to people. We saw thee sights... We went to Orlando and it sucked. We just wanted to shop. Thee boardwalk in Daytona Beach was amazing though and we got to see all kinds of awesome shit and stores and it was super. I had a lot of fun. There was some minor drama due to thee fact that people were bitching and that last night Jessicka made a drunken and stupid decision. Jake pierced our eyebrows last night too. It's awesome. We are awesome. James has an awesome sister. She is really nice and easy to get along with. We drank a lot here. Anyway. I don't know. Oh thee night before last... Best sex ever... EXCEPT for thee whole "look at that dolphin" incident (inside joke)... I don't know. I like that kid, but he is very hard to understand and I definetly need my bi-polar medication. Or thee ride home will be hell... Oh and my fucking snake got eaten by thee damn mouse so I have to get a new one (I am a little upset) and I have to sell my dog probably because even though she is getting potty trained... Someone dad knows wants her and it would be less hassle. Oh well... Anyway. I don't even know what else I wanted to say right now. I am too flustered. I will be posting a ton of pictures when I get home.
Jessicka and I decided to move here in about two or three months. It is so easy to get a job here. It's nice. You wake up in a better mood and your just generally always happy.
IM me when I get home.
Peace out gangsta.