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Random.
I have been bitching about how my life is getting less and less random by the day, but this week... I got it all back.
It started with Wednesday, when I decided that DESPITE my lactose intolerant crap, I was going to have a milkshake, with reeces peanut butter cups in it. This should have been my first sign, that I was feeling a little spontaneous... and by spontaneous I mean idiotic.
I puked all night.
Thursday I skipped all of my classes, went to BABS to discuss my future with Erin Dietrich, and then drove 5 1/2 hours to Chicago. With a few minor stops at Family Express and Muskegon, Lisa and I made it on our way.
Met up with the sis. Got a little too tanked at the bar, drunk dialed the ex, then apparently my sister drunk dialed the ex, passed out on the floor next to Danny, just to realiza half way through the night that Lisa had a bed to herself. So I slept between two cousins, and woke up with a massie head ache. Got a General Hooker at the Lincoln restaurant, played around at a dollar store and at Walgreens (typical tourist attractions), and then roamed the streets with the cousins for 6 hours trying to find H&M. Made some homeless person feel bad on accident, by lying to him and saying that Danny and I were engaged with a baby on the way, not realizing I had a cigarette in my hand. This caused an uproar about the health risks of smoking while pregnant... including a speech about how Danny should take his shoes off and press on my back with his bare feet... weird.
After what seemed like days in Chicago, I came back home to a full tiny house. Spent the morning of Saturday, eating Jeff's mom's delicious foods... oh be be... It was amazing. Drank until I was tipsy enough to walk home, passed out for a few hours, woke up and ate more food, my car ran out of gas AND the battery died, went to Las Senoritas, went to Clint's birthday party and watched him in his full Italian boxing attire jump into a tub of warm water and bubbles... danced to "I wanna dance with somebody" and "take me home tonight"... of course. Went to Deerfield for a while, watched "Totally Outrageous Behavior" for a couple of hours... got humped by Chulo... went to 911 where I sat amongst the usuals.. Ryan, Brant, Joe, me, Blaine, Tom Clancy, a magician, two exchange students from Holland, a guy from India who lived in Ireland, some Chinese guy named some typical American name like.. Dave or Bob... Max, Kate, random girls from last years Christmas party... overall, a good crowd. After the magic tricks, Erino and I finished the night off with some Timmy Ho's, and I fell asleep to the fine sounds of the Navy boy snoring loudly on my couch.
That's it.
Oh, and I fell back in love with that Peter Gabriel song...
So, this weekend was random at best... I enjoyed it. This week it is back to the books I have been neglecting, the projects I haven't started, and my two jobs I have been slacking off on... Wish me luck.
"I will beat those freckles right off your face"
I have been bitching about how my life is getting less and less random by the day, but this week... I got it all back.
It started with Wednesday, when I decided that DESPITE my lactose intolerant crap, I was going to have a milkshake, with reeces peanut butter cups in it. This should have been my first sign, that I was feeling a little spontaneous... and by spontaneous I mean idiotic.
I puked all night.
Thursday I skipped all of my classes, went to BABS to discuss my future with Erin Dietrich, and then drove 5 1/2 hours to Chicago. With a few minor stops at Family Express and Muskegon, Lisa and I made it on our way.
Met up with the sis. Got a little too tanked at the bar, drunk dialed the ex, then apparently my sister drunk dialed the ex, passed out on the floor next to Danny, just to realiza half way through the night that Lisa had a bed to herself. So I slept between two cousins, and woke up with a massie head ache. Got a General Hooker at the Lincoln restaurant, played around at a dollar store and at Walgreens (typical tourist attractions), and then roamed the streets with the cousins for 6 hours trying to find H&M. Made some homeless person feel bad on accident, by lying to him and saying that Danny and I were engaged with a baby on the way, not realizing I had a cigarette in my hand. This caused an uproar about the health risks of smoking while pregnant... including a speech about how Danny should take his shoes off and press on my back with his bare feet... weird.
After what seemed like days in Chicago, I came back home to a full tiny house. Spent the morning of Saturday, eating Jeff's mom's delicious foods... oh be be... It was amazing. Drank until I was tipsy enough to walk home, passed out for a few hours, woke up and ate more food, my car ran out of gas AND the battery died, went to Las Senoritas, went to Clint's birthday party and watched him in his full Italian boxing attire jump into a tub of warm water and bubbles... danced to "I wanna dance with somebody" and "take me home tonight"... of course. Went to Deerfield for a while, watched "Totally Outrageous Behavior" for a couple of hours... got humped by Chulo... went to 911 where I sat amongst the usuals.. Ryan, Brant, Joe, me, Blaine, Tom Clancy, a magician, two exchange students from Holland, a guy from India who lived in Ireland, some Chinese guy named some typical American name like.. Dave or Bob... Max, Kate, random girls from last years Christmas party... overall, a good crowd. After the magic tricks, Erino and I finished the night off with some Timmy Ho's, and I fell asleep to the fine sounds of the Navy boy snoring loudly on my couch.
That's it.
Oh, and I fell back in love with that Peter Gabriel song...
So, this weekend was random at best... I enjoyed it. This week it is back to the books I have been neglecting, the projects I haven't started, and my two jobs I have been slacking off on... Wish me luck.
"I will beat those freckles right off your face"