well...
last night was weird... i planned on just staying home and reading a book... but then a friend called me, and talked me into going to the fireworks... against my better judgement, i went. So i go get them and we go, and i had a great time. Then, when i was going to take them home, my brother called and re-invited me to his party thing, and my friends wanted to come too, so we all went... sorta. I got lost, and they gave up, and left with other friends, after they left, i found it, picked up my brother and some beer and went back to his place cuz everybody at the party was already passed out except him. they started partying at like 2, so they were all pretty well done in, so was mike, but we went back to his house cuz he didnt need to be driving. Upon arrival i had about 10 beers, and i think a half, so i wasnt drunk, but i was buzzing pretty good. He passed out at like 2:30 in the morning, but i stayed up to like 4, just thinking, and reflecting and stuff. texting some people. I ended up complimenting someone in a way that would make it seem like i was hitting on them, but i really wasnt, i was just trying to be nice, and my ability to think before i text left after like the 7th beer, so i said it, and now i feel like an ass, just because i think she took it the wrong way. Also, i feel sometimes like getting drunk, but then i get disappointed in myself... i know drinking in itself, is something a lot of people do... but i feel like i do it for the wrong reasons... i dont know what it is, but it makes me feel weak... i dont know, its just something that confuses me... also when i'm drunk, i never lose control of myself and dont know what i'm doing, nor do i ever lose control of the situation i'm in... its weird, but its like im unable to let go... i dont know, but on with the story... so i pass out at like 4 or so, and i wake up at 12, and get him up to give him a ride back to his cab. We walk out to the car and my left front tire is flat, so we try to put the "spare" on, only to find that the rim is the wrong size... so we put the old flat one back on, and i go get some more fix a flat (this is the 4th time i put fix a flat in it) and put in it, then i go put air in the tire, and take him to his cab. after dropping him of, i head home. After hitting 71 north, in the middle lane, i have a tremendous blowout, no rubber left on the tire at all, sparks flying everywhere, i almost got hit by a semi truck, and i smack my face against the steering wheel and busted opend my lip... after i managed to get to the soft shoulder, i already felt like i had my ass beat 7 times over... then i got my dad to come get me, and we got another tire and put on that rim(after we bent parts of it back into place as best we could) and traded that one with one of the back tires. but during puting that new tire on, i smacked my ankle with a mini-sledge hammer, so now i'm hobbled, with a sore neck. but i did it, and put it on, so now my car is back in business... but at the expense of my vitality... but at leasyt i can make it back and forth to work and school and stuff...
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