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first post in a while.
oh snap. it's like 511 in the morning... what the hell?! i never thought i'd die with beer breath.
tonight was so good and so stupid in a few ways. first off, this afternoon, me and brent bought stroh. it's the weirdest freakin' alcohal you will ever have in your life. i never really got drunk off of it like you would normally is the thing. it's 160 proof rum. like more than 151. stroh+red bull = rocketship. so we went to a party that was for the college newspaper that brent and i write for and made an appearance for a couple. wally showed up and we went to 7-11. there was this guy who was apparently on crack (like honestly on crack) and he almost ran over me and wally while we were standing in the parking lot. then we went to brents house and his friends from vancouver came up. i was feeling pretty tired (and just kinda worn out and sad honestly) when some crazy stuff started happening in the kitchen. when all was said and done, me and zach and a couple other people piled into this car and i had blood alllll over my hands and i was holding a wrist over a bucket while we sped to the hospital. i sat in that wating room for like an hour and the fun still wasn't over. the only thing i learned from the whole experience is not to fuck with zach when he has goopy cheese knives in his hands. seriously. he got goopy cheese all in lawrences wrist, and i touched his bone it was so deep. a couple other things happened; brent chased me and wally with a big plastic pipe, we tipped over a football sled, joe beat up zach and gave him a rug burn on his face, me and wally skateboarded home etc...
the bad part is that this is the first time i haven't said goodnight to you in a long long time and i hate it. i knew you were having a bad night, and it sounds like everyone could be there for you but me and i hate that even more. i'm glad that everyone made you feel so much better, but i wish that you would have at least let me have a crack at it before hanging up on me. i offered. i tried. so forget it. no night can be perfect i guess. 'tis the nature of things.
this entire night was ridiculous. twice fold bitches!!
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oh snap. it's like 511 in the morning... what the hell?! i never thought i'd die with beer breath.
tonight was so good and so stupid in a few ways. first off, this afternoon, me and brent bought stroh. it's the weirdest freakin' alcohal you will ever have in your life. i never really got drunk off of it like you would normally is the thing. it's 160 proof rum. like more than 151. stroh+red bull = rocketship. so we went to a party that was for the college newspaper that brent and i write for and made an appearance for a couple. wally showed up and we went to 7-11. there was this guy who was apparently on crack (like honestly on crack) and he almost ran over me and wally while we were standing in the parking lot. then we went to brents house and his friends from vancouver came up. i was feeling pretty tired (and just kinda worn out and sad honestly) when some crazy stuff started happening in the kitchen. when all was said and done, me and zach and a couple other people piled into this car and i had blood alllll over my hands and i was holding a wrist over a bucket while we sped to the hospital. i sat in that wating room for like an hour and the fun still wasn't over. the only thing i learned from the whole experience is not to fuck with zach when he has goopy cheese knives in his hands. seriously. he got goopy cheese all in lawrences wrist, and i touched his bone it was so deep. a couple other things happened; brent chased me and wally with a big plastic pipe, we tipped over a football sled, joe beat up zach and gave him a rug burn on his face, me and wally skateboarded home etc...
the bad part is that this is the first time i haven't said goodnight to you in a long long time and i hate it. i knew you were having a bad night, and it sounds like everyone could be there for you but me and i hate that even more. i'm glad that everyone made you feel so much better, but i wish that you would have at least let me have a crack at it before hanging up on me. i offered. i tried. so forget it. no night can be perfect i guess. 'tis the nature of things.
this entire night was ridiculous. twice fold bitches!!
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