DONT MIX DRUGS...all the time
Well..I cant fucking sleep at all so I decided to hit this mother up. Soo much random shit going on..where to begin. Weekend seems like a good starting point. Friday was the biggest blowout one human can ever endure. It was a total mess. I was so fucked up from a duel substance combo that I have about 30 seconds of memory from Upper Deck and everything else..but thank god my faithful friends were there to fill me in. Apparently, things started to deteriorate when I began telling this kid whom I thought was a pretentious dumbass in my philosophy class that I was going to slash his face new jersey style. The kid was kinda freaked out and left, so the next event was the huge fight that my roomate and I engaged in. I still have no voice and this is ...oh um...FOUR days fucking later. What the fight was about we both dont even remember but the result was us leaving Upper Deck (after I pissed under a table full of girls..lol thanks jess!, screaming at each other in the middle of the Bronx, Eric leaving me alove...and coming back later to find me hysterically shouting that I was almost killed. what happened I dont know..but the next morning I woke up to a chunck missing from my knuckle on my right hand..and zero cash in my wallet...oh and a ridic hangover. Anyway, so Eric comes back to save his asshole roomate with our stalker Mike who was at Upper Deck also, and dealing with my cries of 'I was almost killed' and we return to campus..where I proceeded to go on a rampage in my room "shouting at the top of my lungs about world issues" as Conner put it. Conner was in the room and was totally unprepared for the havoc Eric and I dished out. I torn our wall sized Union Jax off the window, threw my fan across the room and continued screaming and shouting untill I somehow passedout. Eric and I basically had a screaming match until we blacked out. Conner told me Sat morning that he was so scared and didnt know what to do that he called his girlfriend like 10 times, called our other roomate kevin to come back, and TMed 6 people. LOL. I'm sorry, its funny but its not.
Next morning I wondered if I still had my best friend here/ next years roomate, and of course I did!..I was worried tho, I woke before EJ and my babies told me about the carnage..wasnt pretty. But Eric couldnt remember what the fight was even about, and we agreed we were both too fucked up to be taken seriously. ..my hand still fucking kills, new scar tho, yay!
The next day we go on a little bonding trip with our girls to Century 21 in front of ground zero, do some shopping therrr and go to china town to pick up fighting fish. Heres the great part.. remember 'Our stalker Mike' from paragraph one? Well hes back, and this time hes randomly on the streets of CHINA FUCKING TOWN...HOW FUCKING RANDOM?! We may have fucking won the lottery because the odds of that..just arent possible to calculate! hence, STALKER. funny thing was that that morning we were making fun of him for like 45min straight and his stalkerness...goes to show you.
Thank night Eric and I tell ourselves we need to take it easy and take out Resivoure Dogs from the library, until some of his friends from home show up soooo of course we have to show em a good time. So the jolly tinkers we went. Oh man.. I almost killed some gay kid that looked like he suffered from fetal alcohol syndrome/ down syndrome, and I was sitting next to this kid named Dan...or should I say ' Danger Dan ' who I find out drove from upstate NY just to drink at Tinker, he goes to UCONN, but DRIVES DOWN TO TINKERS EVERY WEEKEND BECAUSE ITS 'MAD COOL'...are you kidding?? He doesnt even know anyone at FU! Then , him and his friend drive like 4 hours back home, drunk off their asses?!...wonder why they call him danger dan? Oh well let me use his exact words. "Yo, man..its like I do crazy shit..I just dont give a shit man. One time someone payed me 5 bucks to let them put staples all over my body..like real staples. You know how much that hurts? Then another time I snorted an entire pixie stick up my nose..it felt like a fucking lighter up my brain!! My phiolosophy is like, the body heals, so whatever" ..... ...... ..... danger dan folks.. wtf..freaks are just drawn to me no matter where I am. Anyway, erics friends roomate who had never been to a bar before, went over his limit and needed to be helped, so he threw up all night long in out bathroom. Overall awesome night, alot of great laughs, and nobody killed anyone.
Ehh..long weekend recap..do I feel tired yet tho? not really..but I should try to sleep I suppose... OOO WHOS SEEING BOWIE!!!!!! MEEEEEEE!!!!!!! and the holmdel gang...but KICK ASSSS!!!!!! thanks dana for the tix.. jesus christ, this is b-day week! my girl Jess (FU), My dad, dana! Yay! and Dana is coming to NYC friday for her bday and we are gonna party like rockstars! Sze is also coming down fer the event, so it should be a kick ass time!! Just hope we dont get busted again =x ..ehhh were pros. okie dokie ill be back -steben
Next morning I wondered if I still had my best friend here/ next years roomate, and of course I did!..I was worried tho, I woke before EJ and my babies told me about the carnage..wasnt pretty. But Eric couldnt remember what the fight was even about, and we agreed we were both too fucked up to be taken seriously. ..my hand still fucking kills, new scar tho, yay!
The next day we go on a little bonding trip with our girls to Century 21 in front of ground zero, do some shopping therrr and go to china town to pick up fighting fish. Heres the great part.. remember 'Our stalker Mike' from paragraph one? Well hes back, and this time hes randomly on the streets of CHINA FUCKING TOWN...HOW FUCKING RANDOM?! We may have fucking won the lottery because the odds of that..just arent possible to calculate! hence, STALKER. funny thing was that that morning we were making fun of him for like 45min straight and his stalkerness...goes to show you.
Thank night Eric and I tell ourselves we need to take it easy and take out Resivoure Dogs from the library, until some of his friends from home show up soooo of course we have to show em a good time. So the jolly tinkers we went. Oh man.. I almost killed some gay kid that looked like he suffered from fetal alcohol syndrome/ down syndrome, and I was sitting next to this kid named Dan...or should I say ' Danger Dan ' who I find out drove from upstate NY just to drink at Tinker, he goes to UCONN, but DRIVES DOWN TO TINKERS EVERY WEEKEND BECAUSE ITS 'MAD COOL'...are you kidding?? He doesnt even know anyone at FU! Then , him and his friend drive like 4 hours back home, drunk off their asses?!...wonder why they call him danger dan? Oh well let me use his exact words. "Yo, man..its like I do crazy shit..I just dont give a shit man. One time someone payed me 5 bucks to let them put staples all over my body..like real staples. You know how much that hurts? Then another time I snorted an entire pixie stick up my nose..it felt like a fucking lighter up my brain!! My phiolosophy is like, the body heals, so whatever" ..... ...... ..... danger dan folks.. wtf..freaks are just drawn to me no matter where I am. Anyway, erics friends roomate who had never been to a bar before, went over his limit and needed to be helped, so he threw up all night long in out bathroom. Overall awesome night, alot of great laughs, and nobody killed anyone.
Ehh..long weekend recap..do I feel tired yet tho? not really..but I should try to sleep I suppose... OOO WHOS SEEING BOWIE!!!!!! MEEEEEEE!!!!!!! and the holmdel gang...but KICK ASSSS!!!!!! thanks dana for the tix.. jesus christ, this is b-day week! my girl Jess (FU), My dad, dana! Yay! and Dana is coming to NYC friday for her bday and we are gonna party like rockstars! Sze is also coming down fer the event, so it should be a kick ass time!! Just hope we dont get busted again =x ..ehhh were pros. okie dokie ill be back -steben