you are the oil on my hands
Last night started as a bust and ended as a bust.
There was some fun in between.
Highlights: rushee throwing up after drinking one cup from beer pong while Geary and i laughed uncontrollably, "i'll kiss the tip, but that's about it", seeing Pat Rowland alive after his trip to the ER and him picking on me, me spilling Hawaiin punch down my shirt and freaking out that i would ruin katie's top, so i took it off outside and ran around in my strapless bra (omg tina's naked!!! and no katie, the shirt's fine....i ruined MY shite shirt though. i got naked for YOU), and riding shotgun in the Cobra (while flipping a gawking hillbilly off)
Lowlights: Clagg showing up and being a bigger asshole than usual by going on about his sex-capades from the night before....as i am walking out the door. all i could do was sit by the door until it was over. EWWWWWWWW. hopefully one of them didn't shit his sheets this time. The whole travis hook-up thing...it was fun at first, but then i actually began to feel sorry for him ( i did wint that dollar kevin), going to bed wishing i could erase certain people from my life so i wouldn't have to part of their pathetic prescence.
I gave advice to someone before i went to sleep. I told them you have to figure out who your real friends are first because they are the ones that either bring you down or carry you higher. He knows who brings him down and what he does to bring himself down. Odd that i got him to talk about that stuff, but it's a start right?
And my personal goal is not to be so angry anymore. I can't let things get to me. I mean, yes i do take them very personally, but i become so bitter. I joke and i prank, but deep down.....it's hate. I need to work on that.