god damn it...
where to start...
::shrug:: Saturday and Sunday were fun days. Monday was okay. Today was great.
Friday sucked so much ass that nothing else matters...but i'll get to that last. I'll go in reverse chronological order...
Today rocked. I got home early because of the PSATs. I sat around for a little and ended up talking to Matt Reibach. He wanted to go to IQ...I did as well. He came down and picked me up and we went there for about an hour and a half. We then hit the Burger King, went to Goatse on one of the computers, and walked out. He then dropped me off. Pretty fun.
Monday was okay. I got NBA2k3...pretty fun game.
Sunday I hung out at the house until work...then I got off early from work...went to the Connors...and hung out. I also got two new pairs of shoes (black and white Timberland boots and the red, white and blue Doctor J converses).
Saturday I hung out with the Minors and Kevin. That was a lot of fun, as it usually is.
Friday was such a fucking disaster I'm reduced to listening to Dash and just thinking over the events in my head.
okay...so it started off good. I got some good weed, smoked, chilled in the house for a little until Jaymee showed up. I was acting all cool and laid back, like I usually am when I'm high, but she didn't seem to be in a good mood or something. I thought that would change on the way to the concert or something.
So, we walked to the Connors and she started talking about how I was a terrible person and deserved to die. She did that every other time we hung out and associated outside of the Internet, so I thought she was joking. We got to the Connors and we hung out with Carlo and Marques until it was time for the concert.
So, then we get in the car, and go to the concert. I was in my excited high, so I started joking around with her. She apparently took it the wrong way like I was hitting on her...
to be continued, only because i'm talking about the nba fantasy league which seems to get me out of this dreary mood
::shrug:: Saturday and Sunday were fun days. Monday was okay. Today was great.
Friday sucked so much ass that nothing else matters...but i'll get to that last. I'll go in reverse chronological order...
Today rocked. I got home early because of the PSATs. I sat around for a little and ended up talking to Matt Reibach. He wanted to go to IQ...I did as well. He came down and picked me up and we went there for about an hour and a half. We then hit the Burger King, went to Goatse on one of the computers, and walked out. He then dropped me off. Pretty fun.
Monday was okay. I got NBA2k3...pretty fun game.
Sunday I hung out at the house until work...then I got off early from work...went to the Connors...and hung out. I also got two new pairs of shoes (black and white Timberland boots and the red, white and blue Doctor J converses).
Saturday I hung out with the Minors and Kevin. That was a lot of fun, as it usually is.
Friday was such a fucking disaster I'm reduced to listening to Dash and just thinking over the events in my head.
okay...so it started off good. I got some good weed, smoked, chilled in the house for a little until Jaymee showed up. I was acting all cool and laid back, like I usually am when I'm high, but she didn't seem to be in a good mood or something. I thought that would change on the way to the concert or something.
So, we walked to the Connors and she started talking about how I was a terrible person and deserved to die. She did that every other time we hung out and associated outside of the Internet, so I thought she was joking. We got to the Connors and we hung out with Carlo and Marques until it was time for the concert.
So, then we get in the car, and go to the concert. I was in my excited high, so I started joking around with her. She apparently took it the wrong way like I was hitting on her...
to be continued, only because i'm talking about the nba fantasy league which seems to get me out of this dreary mood