diseducation
yeah, you know how it goes. I have a paper due tomorrow morning, I have yet to start it, so, here I am.
I was told I didnt use paragraphs often enough, and thus my writing became difficult to read.
I'm inclined to agree.
Reluctantly, however.
Excess, anyone?
So, lets see. Colette had her 21st shindig on Friday, with lingading's the week prior. both were buckets of fun. colette got locked out of aislings when she came back at like 5, and I slept through her 6 or 7 attempts to call me. it was probably because I was so knackerd from not being able to sleep from Joe and Aislings insanely loud conversation from upstairs keeping half the house up. Oh, and I was called Owen THREE times. I don't really remember, but I don't think i took it well. After everyone else went to bed (save for colette), me and aidan went to the park and found pumpkins. I think when we were done, there was not a piece bigger than a marble left. work on sunday was god awful, as I cannot remember a single thing of it, and barely remember going to the HC then right afterwords to help John with the sound for people playing there.
The week went by alarmingly fast, and a bejesus load of cleaning (and abysmal test-taking due to lack of studying...) later, it was friday, and party time. Set of my last firework that had been cast into firework purgatory after colette failed to bring it to the halloween party. A few shots of tequila, and later whiskey, put me into bed at about 3. Woke up covered in (what i believed to be) marker, took a shower, and went to music after a short fiasco about my car not being there. Owen and Brian were at practice, and it was like being shot into the not-to-distant past. The academy fundraiser was that night. Unfortunately, Kiera, Joe, Kati, Roberta and I were at some god forsaken gig at the HC for about 6 hours. While it was pretty cool playing for the entire auditorium (balcony included) completely packed, we only played a total of like 20-25 minutes. We finally got out of there at like half past 10, made our way after several failed attempts to the fundraiser, to find nearly everyone gone, and only bits of food left. That was an enraging experience. But, hey, no guy with any scrap of manhood goes whining about such infantile things like that, right? right?
We still had loads of kids floating around the house the next day, hanger-ons from the party, but they had been taken home by their respective spawners by 4 or 5 on sunday. So enjoying (ha!) the nice weather gus, kiera and myself all had to go put up christmas lights. rather poor job we did, looking at it now. Well, I really better at least read the reading the paper is meant to be on. I'm going to start some sort of dream log. Or become a freelance writer. Or both.
I was told I didnt use paragraphs often enough, and thus my writing became difficult to read.
I'm inclined to agree.
Reluctantly, however.
Excess, anyone?
So, lets see. Colette had her 21st shindig on Friday, with lingading's the week prior. both were buckets of fun. colette got locked out of aislings when she came back at like 5, and I slept through her 6 or 7 attempts to call me. it was probably because I was so knackerd from not being able to sleep from Joe and Aislings insanely loud conversation from upstairs keeping half the house up. Oh, and I was called Owen THREE times. I don't really remember, but I don't think i took it well. After everyone else went to bed (save for colette), me and aidan went to the park and found pumpkins. I think when we were done, there was not a piece bigger than a marble left. work on sunday was god awful, as I cannot remember a single thing of it, and barely remember going to the HC then right afterwords to help John with the sound for people playing there.
The week went by alarmingly fast, and a bejesus load of cleaning (and abysmal test-taking due to lack of studying...) later, it was friday, and party time. Set of my last firework that had been cast into firework purgatory after colette failed to bring it to the halloween party. A few shots of tequila, and later whiskey, put me into bed at about 3. Woke up covered in (what i believed to be) marker, took a shower, and went to music after a short fiasco about my car not being there. Owen and Brian were at practice, and it was like being shot into the not-to-distant past. The academy fundraiser was that night. Unfortunately, Kiera, Joe, Kati, Roberta and I were at some god forsaken gig at the HC for about 6 hours. While it was pretty cool playing for the entire auditorium (balcony included) completely packed, we only played a total of like 20-25 minutes. We finally got out of there at like half past 10, made our way after several failed attempts to the fundraiser, to find nearly everyone gone, and only bits of food left. That was an enraging experience. But, hey, no guy with any scrap of manhood goes whining about such infantile things like that, right? right?
We still had loads of kids floating around the house the next day, hanger-ons from the party, but they had been taken home by their respective spawners by 4 or 5 on sunday. So enjoying (ha!) the nice weather gus, kiera and myself all had to go put up christmas lights. rather poor job we did, looking at it now. Well, I really better at least read the reading the paper is meant to be on. I'm going to start some sort of dream log. Or become a freelance writer. Or both.