Well last night was supposed to be fun. It started out great. Kara came &picked me up with her brother, Adam, &we went to get alcohol from her cousin. Her cousin was so blown, it was hilarious. We were downtown, &I was afraid of the bums. Adam kept on yelling "Look a bum!" &he'd make me scream. Scary stuff.
We dropped Adam off at his grandparent's house, &I was so hyper. Yeah. "High on life." I don't know what got into me, I was laughing &dancing, &singing, acting v. retarded. Ah well, it was quite amusing.
We got to Kara's &all of the sudden I started puking. It was disgusting since all I consumed on Friday was Doritos. Molly &Don came by, &they wanted to smoke. I really wanted to, so I packed a bowl, &was all ready to smoke, &then I puked again. So I just let them do it without me, damn. She proceeded to take me home, so all of our plans were ruined. I was up every hour until 4am puking. I had nothing left, so I was pretty much dry-heaving, &my chest was hurting. I woke up this morning &felt fine. Shit.
Today my body was achy, so I just lazed around, watched some movies &slept. Kara brought me juice, &I talked on the phone with David all day. Fun stuff. My weekend pretty much sucked, but hey, there's still 3/4 of a bottle of Vodka for next weekend, yeaaa. (&maybe some for some lunch time fun :X).
I hope life like, stops sucking very soon. (
THIS IS GREAT.)