spring break 2002
so last night was strange. we (kyle, justin, kelly, myself) went to 410 olive in the spirits that Inlieuof would be playing, but on our way there, justin called kaliegh and asked when they were playing, and she said they weren't. but we went anyway. so we get there, and jamie is there, so i'm like "sweet, maybe she wont drink and i will have a non-drinking partner." and although she didnt drink, she was under other influences, so i'm like, eh well, kelly doesnt drink (way to hang in there with me kelly). After like 15 minutes of sitting on the couch with weird people i dont know, ryan harroun comes down from upstairs (i think he was either high or drunk already). and shortly after, like 10 other people came down including Layne, whom i decided i had to become friends with that night because she looks like such a cool person. and the night was underway.
after like 3 hours, the party was actually a party and people were dancing and drunk and stuff and i felt like i was in 1986 because everyone was wearing thrift store clothing that made them look as 1980s as i've ever seen. including this kid who reminded me a lot of emilio estevez in the breakfast club. Also, sometime during the chaos, tim garvey and a hoard of people like that stormed in, including girls who i dont like, much to my and kyle's disappointment. but regardless, the night dragged on.
kelly found a bouncy ball somewhere in the kitchen after we went to taco bell, and we played a game called... bounce the ball to the other person. it was fun, and inspired by shane anderson. the kitchen was so small, and there was always like, at least 6 people in it, and sometimes up to like 15. so as you can imagine, the game became a lot more eventful. at one point, kelly bounced it to me, and i missed it and it started falling down the stairs into the basement, i am was like, "nooo! stop that ball!" and kirsten (mancogna?) stopped it, and gave it to me, so i dont dislike her as much now. but then, on the very next bounce, i missed it again! and it fell down the stairs to a bloody death (or so it seemed at the time). and it was too dark in the basement to find it. but alas, the night dragged on.
so, as it was my mission to meet layne, i tried a few times to make eye-contact (the first step in the sean guide to striking up conversations). But alas, she is coy, and was not one for looking at me, or anyone that she didnt know. So i managed to give up on becoming friends with her being that she was not very cooperative. and wait, right when i give up on ever talking to her, she decides to give everyone a kiss. i was third in line, lol. but dont worry, she was just giving a smooch and moving on. however, it should be known that there is a theory circulating (whose origins are ambiguous) that she is actually in love with me and this was her only way to kiss me without it being weird. i, for one, believe this has some validity. and so, the only words she ever said to me were "hey dude" as she got my attention for the surprise smooch. and yet, the night dragged on.
Being that there were many kids at this party who skated, there were like 4 skateboards floating around. this obviously led to a late night living room skate session. this living room contains like 20 people including like 8 sleeping kids in the tim garvey group, all sleeping on one couch in the 10 x 10 living room. so, after todd mcnulty put on a show for everyone with powerslides because the floor was soooo slick, someone got the genius idea of skating the concrete dog who was minding his own business in the corner. Poor Pierre got thrashed. i, myself, managed to pull of an iffy boardslide on the kinked pooch. shane proceded to amaze me. he is seriously amazing. in the morning, the floor was so scratched to shit by the 18 inch tall concrete dog. and at point, todd mcnulty jumped from the arm of the couch to boardslide on the dog, like all the way across the room, which i was positive would be suicide, but he managed to land in it and just fall on his ass. and still, the night dragged on.
There was another girl who i decided to befriend, since i had given up on talking to layne. She had a monroe, which i didnt know what it was called until last night, but its like a lip piercing where marylin monroe's mole would be. when i finally gave up on be reserved, i decided to just talk to her (in an environment of drunkards, a sober person can seek out the other sober people). Her name is Lauren; she didnt have a whole lot to say, and the conversation was short-lived, and i saw her a few times later, but we never really had any substantial conversation. however, i am positive she was even more in love with me than Layne (sorry for the narcissism, it helps self-esteem). yes, there's more. (sorry, most of my entries are short and boring, i am going nick style now).
there was a flagrantly gay vampire with a mohawk there. he was really weird, yet fashionable. at one point, kyle got up to head to the bathroom and was accosted by the strange vampire. he proceded to talk flirtatiously with kyle and follow him upstairs. i really wish i knew what he said to him, i asked kyle if it was sexual and he giggled and said yeah. i'm sure he will make an entry about it (by the way, kyle seems convinced that he is going to get the wu-tang tattoo). the night is coming to a close.
so after what could be the most nerve-racking night of kelly's life, we all decided to sleep (kelly, justin, myself, and shane anderson, kyle was knocked out since before the dog session) at round about 6 am. kelly, shane, and myself slept on the fold out bed after the garvey group left randomly, leaving a perfectly good bed. justin didn't want to stay, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. i was actually confidant that he would, he seemed tired enough. but alas, after listening to the pixies until we all fell asleep (except justin), we slept until no later than 7:30 when justin wakes us all up and says we have to go because he cant sleep, and he has to go home so he can. so after a solid 75 minutes of sleep, we all piled into justin's van and headed home, myself in shotgun, kelly and shane under a blanket in the back, and kyle, solitarily left without a blanket next to them. when we got to the corner of m-59 and duck lake, shane says he wants to get out here and skate home in the cold. so after some attempts to coax him out of it, he got out and skated home. i came home and slept in my freezing cold room until 11:00. and here i am now. i'll bet there is something i forgot that i will put in later or something, but thats all. strange night, i like parties though, even not drinking, they are eventful and interesting.
P.S. we found the ball this morning, thank god.
P.P.S. i am not going to d.c. anymore
after like 3 hours, the party was actually a party and people were dancing and drunk and stuff and i felt like i was in 1986 because everyone was wearing thrift store clothing that made them look as 1980s as i've ever seen. including this kid who reminded me a lot of emilio estevez in the breakfast club. Also, sometime during the chaos, tim garvey and a hoard of people like that stormed in, including girls who i dont like, much to my and kyle's disappointment. but regardless, the night dragged on.
kelly found a bouncy ball somewhere in the kitchen after we went to taco bell, and we played a game called... bounce the ball to the other person. it was fun, and inspired by shane anderson. the kitchen was so small, and there was always like, at least 6 people in it, and sometimes up to like 15. so as you can imagine, the game became a lot more eventful. at one point, kelly bounced it to me, and i missed it and it started falling down the stairs into the basement, i am was like, "nooo! stop that ball!" and kirsten (mancogna?) stopped it, and gave it to me, so i dont dislike her as much now. but then, on the very next bounce, i missed it again! and it fell down the stairs to a bloody death (or so it seemed at the time). and it was too dark in the basement to find it. but alas, the night dragged on.
so, as it was my mission to meet layne, i tried a few times to make eye-contact (the first step in the sean guide to striking up conversations). But alas, she is coy, and was not one for looking at me, or anyone that she didnt know. So i managed to give up on becoming friends with her being that she was not very cooperative. and wait, right when i give up on ever talking to her, she decides to give everyone a kiss. i was third in line, lol. but dont worry, she was just giving a smooch and moving on. however, it should be known that there is a theory circulating (whose origins are ambiguous) that she is actually in love with me and this was her only way to kiss me without it being weird. i, for one, believe this has some validity. and so, the only words she ever said to me were "hey dude" as she got my attention for the surprise smooch. and yet, the night dragged on.
Being that there were many kids at this party who skated, there were like 4 skateboards floating around. this obviously led to a late night living room skate session. this living room contains like 20 people including like 8 sleeping kids in the tim garvey group, all sleeping on one couch in the 10 x 10 living room. so, after todd mcnulty put on a show for everyone with powerslides because the floor was soooo slick, someone got the genius idea of skating the concrete dog who was minding his own business in the corner. Poor Pierre got thrashed. i, myself, managed to pull of an iffy boardslide on the kinked pooch. shane proceded to amaze me. he is seriously amazing. in the morning, the floor was so scratched to shit by the 18 inch tall concrete dog. and at point, todd mcnulty jumped from the arm of the couch to boardslide on the dog, like all the way across the room, which i was positive would be suicide, but he managed to land in it and just fall on his ass. and still, the night dragged on.
There was another girl who i decided to befriend, since i had given up on talking to layne. She had a monroe, which i didnt know what it was called until last night, but its like a lip piercing where marylin monroe's mole would be. when i finally gave up on be reserved, i decided to just talk to her (in an environment of drunkards, a sober person can seek out the other sober people). Her name is Lauren; she didnt have a whole lot to say, and the conversation was short-lived, and i saw her a few times later, but we never really had any substantial conversation. however, i am positive she was even more in love with me than Layne (sorry for the narcissism, it helps self-esteem). yes, there's more. (sorry, most of my entries are short and boring, i am going nick style now).
there was a flagrantly gay vampire with a mohawk there. he was really weird, yet fashionable. at one point, kyle got up to head to the bathroom and was accosted by the strange vampire. he proceded to talk flirtatiously with kyle and follow him upstairs. i really wish i knew what he said to him, i asked kyle if it was sexual and he giggled and said yeah. i'm sure he will make an entry about it (by the way, kyle seems convinced that he is going to get the wu-tang tattoo). the night is coming to a close.
so after what could be the most nerve-racking night of kelly's life, we all decided to sleep (kelly, justin, myself, and shane anderson, kyle was knocked out since before the dog session) at round about 6 am. kelly, shane, and myself slept on the fold out bed after the garvey group left randomly, leaving a perfectly good bed. justin didn't want to stay, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. i was actually confidant that he would, he seemed tired enough. but alas, after listening to the pixies until we all fell asleep (except justin), we slept until no later than 7:30 when justin wakes us all up and says we have to go because he cant sleep, and he has to go home so he can. so after a solid 75 minutes of sleep, we all piled into justin's van and headed home, myself in shotgun, kelly and shane under a blanket in the back, and kyle, solitarily left without a blanket next to them. when we got to the corner of m-59 and duck lake, shane says he wants to get out here and skate home in the cold. so after some attempts to coax him out of it, he got out and skated home. i came home and slept in my freezing cold room until 11:00. and here i am now. i'll bet there is something i forgot that i will put in later or something, but thats all. strange night, i like parties though, even not drinking, they are eventful and interesting.
P.S. we found the ball this morning, thank god.
P.P.S. i am not going to d.c. anymore