Soundlab adventures
Last night was seriously off the chain. Me, Bryant, karl and mike went to sound lab and shit got pretty F’d up. (shit meaning me) I got fucked up. Karl was stoned which always makes for a good time. We partied it up in the car for like an hour, ya know drinking with the black light, and blasting hardcore beats (until karl fucked up the vibe with our good friend john lennon) of coarse we listened to the safety dance to get pumped, the safety dance always gets me pumped, its kind of like my anthem. Ya know?
So anyways.., we stumbled to da club, and I ordered a “darth vador” ..which I guess doesn’t exist, haha. Oh yeah! For some reason when they misread my ID and thought I was 21, I even got a neato florescent wrist band! Hurray! Livin’ the dream..,
Mike had me order him some weird hipster beer that I ended up drinking half of, and I danced with a bunch of creepy beard men. (you know how that goes) if carmen was on patrol she probably would have taken me aside and told me that I’ve been dancing with weirdo’s all night. that’s pretty much how I roll though, I should start going to more battlestar galactica conventions.
At one point I was just kind of boppin’ around minding my own business…, when an arm popped out of a miniature door and pulled me into some kind of alternate universe (a.ka. Back room ft. couches) where I sat and smoked cigarettes with people wearing scarves. I probably made a fool of myself, I have a vague memory of card board cut outs.., so I hope I wasn’t pitching the idea of a cardboard cutout party. (I probably was)
I think im going to continue to wear this “age verified” wrist band. If people give me shit I’ll just point at it all like “yo my age is verified, deal with it”. I guess me and braynt are going to scotts frat again tonight. Hopefully we can break out ye ol’ tambourine…that would make for a totally bitchn’ time. I’ll be sure to post a drunken update around 5 in the morning. Complete with spelling errors and excessive use of the word “shit.”
Example: “that shit was off the shiz, fuck, shit, im drunk as shit.”
Haha, bryants at band practice. Nothing sooths a hangover like your new hardcore bands band practice. I told him just to slap the bass. Ya know , just slap it out.
Ugh im trying to get a hold of him right now, but my phones all fucked up n’ shit. Huummm, I don’t know what to wear tonight. Fuck I should probably wash these pants, I haven’t washed them in a long time and there’s beer stains all over them, or I could just give them a good spray and pop em’ in the dryer. (im only going to spill more beer on them anyways) fuck how can Bryant say he doesn’t like the “petite feet song”. its only like the BEST SONG EVER. I should put it on right now. Wait for it…wait for it…OH! Shit I can’t get enough of this song. (seriously best song ever)
Well …im off to go put hats on Jackson….
Pe@ce.
So anyways.., we stumbled to da club, and I ordered a “darth vador” ..which I guess doesn’t exist, haha. Oh yeah! For some reason when they misread my ID and thought I was 21, I even got a neato florescent wrist band! Hurray! Livin’ the dream..,
Mike had me order him some weird hipster beer that I ended up drinking half of, and I danced with a bunch of creepy beard men. (you know how that goes) if carmen was on patrol she probably would have taken me aside and told me that I’ve been dancing with weirdo’s all night. that’s pretty much how I roll though, I should start going to more battlestar galactica conventions.
At one point I was just kind of boppin’ around minding my own business…, when an arm popped out of a miniature door and pulled me into some kind of alternate universe (a.ka. Back room ft. couches) where I sat and smoked cigarettes with people wearing scarves. I probably made a fool of myself, I have a vague memory of card board cut outs.., so I hope I wasn’t pitching the idea of a cardboard cutout party. (I probably was)
I think im going to continue to wear this “age verified” wrist band. If people give me shit I’ll just point at it all like “yo my age is verified, deal with it”. I guess me and braynt are going to scotts frat again tonight. Hopefully we can break out ye ol’ tambourine…that would make for a totally bitchn’ time. I’ll be sure to post a drunken update around 5 in the morning. Complete with spelling errors and excessive use of the word “shit.”
Example: “that shit was off the shiz, fuck, shit, im drunk as shit.”
Haha, bryants at band practice. Nothing sooths a hangover like your new hardcore bands band practice. I told him just to slap the bass. Ya know , just slap it out.
Ugh im trying to get a hold of him right now, but my phones all fucked up n’ shit. Huummm, I don’t know what to wear tonight. Fuck I should probably wash these pants, I haven’t washed them in a long time and there’s beer stains all over them, or I could just give them a good spray and pop em’ in the dryer. (im only going to spill more beer on them anyways) fuck how can Bryant say he doesn’t like the “petite feet song”. its only like the BEST SONG EVER. I should put it on right now. Wait for it…wait for it…OH! Shit I can’t get enough of this song. (seriously best song ever)
Well …im off to go put hats on Jackson….
Pe@ce.