habla espanol a mi
soooo. today is not a good day, i have decided. i was a little bit retarded this morning, since then i have taken 2 prozac which have pretty much done nothing for me.
i feel crappy about my life and i am contemplating getting drunk tonight with j.
ted left half a bottle of chivas regalo there, and i hid it, i told j where i was going to hide it but she forgot apparently, because today at lunch she was talking about going to herges for a drink and i was like theres still half a bottle of scotch hidden in the armoir. and she was like dayum and i was like lets get drunk after school and she was like alright.
so yeah. and then i asked Lalin when he was going to come hang out with me, and he wrote me back like a half hour ago and was like "today." so yay.
and then my mom called in the middle of class while it was completely silent. she called john and talked to him about how his daughters make my life hell. he said that i said that the morning he told my mother to get the fuck out of his house, i only yelled at him because he woke me up and not because he was yelling at her. he also said that he and i have talked since then (which is a lie by itself) and that i said i cant wait to get out of the house because of her (i do want to get out of the house, so thats true. i love my mother, so that means the 2nd par tof the statement is false. its like a lie sandwich.)
it made me angry.
by the way- i figured this out over spring break.
if you are ever cold while you are trying to go to sleep, find two mexicans and get them to sleep on either side of you. you will no longer be cold, in fact, you will sweat because the two mexicans will make you so warm.
i learned this because pablo, me and lalin passed out on the futon in the music room together last week while eating strawberries n creme wheaties and listening to drunken anya play piano at 3 am.
the only thing that sucks about my semiplan to get drunk is that i have my bike. because im going to have to ride home drunk tonight, which is a bummer and not a bummer at the same time. because riding a bike while intoxicated is entertaining, time consuming, and a work out. a work out that i dont need. but a work out nonetheless.
i wonder how long it will take for me to ride a bicycle home from east st paul.
i feel crappy about my life and i am contemplating getting drunk tonight with j.
ted left half a bottle of chivas regalo there, and i hid it, i told j where i was going to hide it but she forgot apparently, because today at lunch she was talking about going to herges for a drink and i was like theres still half a bottle of scotch hidden in the armoir. and she was like dayum and i was like lets get drunk after school and she was like alright.
so yeah. and then i asked Lalin when he was going to come hang out with me, and he wrote me back like a half hour ago and was like "today." so yay.
and then my mom called in the middle of class while it was completely silent. she called john and talked to him about how his daughters make my life hell. he said that i said that the morning he told my mother to get the fuck out of his house, i only yelled at him because he woke me up and not because he was yelling at her. he also said that he and i have talked since then (which is a lie by itself) and that i said i cant wait to get out of the house because of her (i do want to get out of the house, so thats true. i love my mother, so that means the 2nd par tof the statement is false. its like a lie sandwich.)
it made me angry.
by the way- i figured this out over spring break.
if you are ever cold while you are trying to go to sleep, find two mexicans and get them to sleep on either side of you. you will no longer be cold, in fact, you will sweat because the two mexicans will make you so warm.
i learned this because pablo, me and lalin passed out on the futon in the music room together last week while eating strawberries n creme wheaties and listening to drunken anya play piano at 3 am.
the only thing that sucks about my semiplan to get drunk is that i have my bike. because im going to have to ride home drunk tonight, which is a bummer and not a bummer at the same time. because riding a bike while intoxicated is entertaining, time consuming, and a work out. a work out that i dont need. but a work out nonetheless.
i wonder how long it will take for me to ride a bicycle home from east st paul.