I feel like...
I'm. I don't know.
Really, I do. Hash does weird things to do.
But I feel like doing something. I want to write some sort of literary masterpiece. Right here.
Maybe I'll just start with my week.
My good friend, Whitney came down with something last Tuesday and has been stuck in bed with a bad cough and a fever. She keeps texting me with things like I'm Sik. Now, what can I do to make her unsick. I can't give her a magic pill that will make this cold go away. Know what she should be doing? Drinking lots of water, sleeping a lot and eating regular healthy meals like fruit every now and again. But she's probably not doing any of that. I'm all for her and her "vegetarian" goals but a girl can't live off poutine alone. You might have to throw in a glass of milk or something in there before your bones become more brittle. God. Go eat a fucking steak. If you want to live a healthy veggie lifestyle, you have to compensate by actually eating good food like salad.
Yesterday, at work she wanted me to call her so I informed her I'd call her on my break. I call and she says "I'm watching a movie and can't talk" and hangs up on me. Thank you my dear. I'm sorry I won't become another one of your lap dogs that runs when they're beckonned. You know I'll always be there. I will call back. But sometimes things like work perhaps? I guess you don't really know what that is but it's what it's name is. Work.
Wow. Okay. So there's dearest Whitney.
I started off this week on Monday really when Mitch and I drank. My boyfriend Jim Bean came along. Well, I pounded the J.B. Mitch had a few beers. Anyways, I fell in a bathtub. Not a full one, but I fell down over it in the bathroom. Mitch says he made nacho's and I had about two of them. I do not remember this. I also apparently poked him in the eye right after the nachos. I also do not remember this. But, I woke up in my own bed on time for school so it was okay. I wasn't really hung over either. A bit, but not as badly as I should have been.
Fridays are good days.
Classes are only an hour long and I only had one class first period. So, after math class, I went outside just as Lloyd was walking by. I like that kid. He's got the whole British punk thing going on that I find really attractive. Anyways, so we crossed the street to go have a smoke and Mitch and the rest of the boys were there. I turn to Mitch and said "I want a beer." So Mitch and I went off to the local liquor store and bought a 15 of Pilsner. I got a hat too which I've been wearing ever since. We sat on the bleechers where we've all tagged and drank. We walked back across the street to the back of the parking lot where we met up with everyone and they thought I was a fucking saint because I handed out beer. The constable came by but we'd all pounded them and ditched the cans. The bell rang and I stayed out with Bailey and Dallas in the sun. Mitch and Tyler came out for a quick smoke. God, Tyler is attractive. So I ended up going to Mitch's where he taught me how to play poker and I got smashed. Everyone else was apparently drinking at this bridge in this park by our houses and I really wanted to go but Mitch, Bailey, and Jason all wanted to watch Maverick instead. It sort of pissed me off so I left at 11.
But last night.
I picked up Chris after work and we drove down to our houses. The boy broke a mirror and has had nothing but bad luck since. The lawn mower broke too and was late meeting me. But we drove to my place where I dropped off the car like the good girl I am and we proceeded to walk down the hill to Marc's place. As we were crossing a street, Chris' vodka bottle fell out of his coat pocket and smashed. He almost cried. Instead, I bought us both a 40 of rum. We went to Marc's and cracked it but Marc's dad came home and Marc informed him he was moving out shortly. The rest of the guys and I all decided then was a good time to leave. We walked to Stephan's. On the way, we keyed cars, kicked some mirrors off cars and I tried giving them girl advice. It's strange being the only girl in a group of guys.
Eh. I'm bored of this. I'll finish my weekend later.
Really, I do. Hash does weird things to do.
But I feel like doing something. I want to write some sort of literary masterpiece. Right here.
Maybe I'll just start with my week.
My good friend, Whitney came down with something last Tuesday and has been stuck in bed with a bad cough and a fever. She keeps texting me with things like I'm Sik. Now, what can I do to make her unsick. I can't give her a magic pill that will make this cold go away. Know what she should be doing? Drinking lots of water, sleeping a lot and eating regular healthy meals like fruit every now and again. But she's probably not doing any of that. I'm all for her and her "vegetarian" goals but a girl can't live off poutine alone. You might have to throw in a glass of milk or something in there before your bones become more brittle. God. Go eat a fucking steak. If you want to live a healthy veggie lifestyle, you have to compensate by actually eating good food like salad.
Yesterday, at work she wanted me to call her so I informed her I'd call her on my break. I call and she says "I'm watching a movie and can't talk" and hangs up on me. Thank you my dear. I'm sorry I won't become another one of your lap dogs that runs when they're beckonned. You know I'll always be there. I will call back. But sometimes things like work perhaps? I guess you don't really know what that is but it's what it's name is. Work.
Wow. Okay. So there's dearest Whitney.
I started off this week on Monday really when Mitch and I drank. My boyfriend Jim Bean came along. Well, I pounded the J.B. Mitch had a few beers. Anyways, I fell in a bathtub. Not a full one, but I fell down over it in the bathroom. Mitch says he made nacho's and I had about two of them. I do not remember this. I also apparently poked him in the eye right after the nachos. I also do not remember this. But, I woke up in my own bed on time for school so it was okay. I wasn't really hung over either. A bit, but not as badly as I should have been.
Fridays are good days.
Classes are only an hour long and I only had one class first period. So, after math class, I went outside just as Lloyd was walking by. I like that kid. He's got the whole British punk thing going on that I find really attractive. Anyways, so we crossed the street to go have a smoke and Mitch and the rest of the boys were there. I turn to Mitch and said "I want a beer." So Mitch and I went off to the local liquor store and bought a 15 of Pilsner. I got a hat too which I've been wearing ever since. We sat on the bleechers where we've all tagged and drank. We walked back across the street to the back of the parking lot where we met up with everyone and they thought I was a fucking saint because I handed out beer. The constable came by but we'd all pounded them and ditched the cans. The bell rang and I stayed out with Bailey and Dallas in the sun. Mitch and Tyler came out for a quick smoke. God, Tyler is attractive. So I ended up going to Mitch's where he taught me how to play poker and I got smashed. Everyone else was apparently drinking at this bridge in this park by our houses and I really wanted to go but Mitch, Bailey, and Jason all wanted to watch Maverick instead. It sort of pissed me off so I left at 11.
But last night.
I picked up Chris after work and we drove down to our houses. The boy broke a mirror and has had nothing but bad luck since. The lawn mower broke too and was late meeting me. But we drove to my place where I dropped off the car like the good girl I am and we proceeded to walk down the hill to Marc's place. As we were crossing a street, Chris' vodka bottle fell out of his coat pocket and smashed. He almost cried. Instead, I bought us both a 40 of rum. We went to Marc's and cracked it but Marc's dad came home and Marc informed him he was moving out shortly. The rest of the guys and I all decided then was a good time to leave. We walked to Stephan's. On the way, we keyed cars, kicked some mirrors off cars and I tried giving them girl advice. It's strange being the only girl in a group of guys.
Eh. I'm bored of this. I'll finish my weekend later.