you've been down so long you can hardly see
you all know how i never do real updates, but this is so worth it.
friday night was part two, which was such a disaster. i remember the depressed kids, the kids who hook up, and the vodka. and then i don't remember much of anything else. except paul helped me down, brian drove me home, and alanna did everything <3. i love this girl.
saturday i went to caitlin's birthday party. it was very nice and i had a great time, i haven't seen any of those kids in a longlong time. shawna and i have a new theory and meaghan and i are terrible cheerleading stunters. maria and i talked and she's such an amazing girl. and then .. i got a call. from whoever. sleepover at a friend's house? why sure! got home at 10 and got directly into bryan's car.
okay. i'm going to try and get some of the things people forgot in their journals, but certain things deserve to be said more than once.
bryan, brian, debbie, nycole, kristina, cat, johnny, alex. plan a failed because we are pussies who don't try hard enough, and/or because people lock their doors. plan b resumed and we headed on our way to bryan f's backyard. but first, the search for more cloves at 11pm. gas station attendants really like bryan and are impressed/thrilled by how many kids we fit into a lancer. "bryan's backyard is perfect to kill yourself in". tried to set up the house tent with nycole, because everyone else are bitches, and then eventually got the apartment tent up. three rooms, bitch! and then debbie, alex, and i locked ourselves in one of the tent rooms and became ... D.A.D. filled up an entire room with smoke, and then opened the tent to find certain kids angry we cloved without them, and 6 pizzas. i love the secret girls a lotttt, we are pathetic but not alone! got fucked up on cloves (haha), and then the most akward game of tent or dare ever. especially that extra mississippi/dry hump. "yeah, uh, lick it!". went on the trampoline and talked/burned holes in it for a long time. freaked out when debbie and i saw a black man in a window watching us. cat saw him too. johnny fooled us all when he ran around with his shirt off and did laps around us. talked for more with cat or johnny saying something occasionally from the other tent until the sun came up, and his backyard was a perfect movie scene with the dog that attacked us. debbie thought it was johnny. who had actually lost his mind and was throwing books at us. after losing the dog and waking up bryan from his car it was diner time. us ladies got cleaned up in the girls and guys diner bathroom. coffee. definetly no egg sandwiches. ew.
it's 7am. we go to sports plus. 7 o clock in the fucking morning. that's like 21 hours until 4 oclock in the fucking morning. pussies played ddr and the rest of us snuck into lasertron and walked into shit. hit up kidstown and did the big slide so many times with debbie and alex. "we're going too fast. oh god. i stopped us. well now we're going to suffocate". old black guy kicked us out of kidstown. climbed onto the rollercoaster and went up to the strobe light checkerboard rave area. the new cloving spot. got out and realized we were on the security cameras. went on the slides and mexicans yelled at us and then got security. we showed them our friends and THEY UNPLUGGED DDR! we got owned. drove away from black men blasting hanson. car rides like that one are the reason i live. singing along to 90's songs or cemetery drive in a cemetery. got kicked out of the movies at 9, because apparently they weren't open either. found a parking space in the middle of nowhere and me, debbie, nycole, alex, kristina, and bryan tried to sleep on it. "no one will ever hit us." and as we got get hit by a car: "fuck you debbie." we all got HIV and died for 30 minutes out there. more good driving to kristina's house, and then pool. the guys are pussies and don't even jump in until there are pink chairs. alex is an idiot and tried to drown me.
everyone fell asleep so emo except debbie and i. we tried to help people. we failed. so badly. put water on alex and danced around bryan f and then moved johnny a few times for no reason. we tried to sleep on top of him. didn't work. tried to cuddle on kristina's bed between nycole and the brians. definetly didn't work. gave up and watched bug juice? FUCKING WORKED! only two members of the no sleep crew, represent. burger king. melted faces. went home. amazing. took a nap. it's 2:45 in the fucking morning and i'm still updating my journal.
and what have we learned?
-it's so easy to live for two days on nothing but coffee, occasional pizza, cloves, and nicotine.
-you can't buy cloves in the middle of the night and you can't mess with old black men before 10 am.
-someone slipped johnny something because he obviously broke edge and lost his fucking mind.
-debbie and i peeled all of you.
-no one has good first kisses.
-apple cider is actually 80 proof.
i really do love these kids.
friday night was part two, which was such a disaster. i remember the depressed kids, the kids who hook up, and the vodka. and then i don't remember much of anything else. except paul helped me down, brian drove me home, and alanna did everything <3. i love this girl.
saturday i went to caitlin's birthday party. it was very nice and i had a great time, i haven't seen any of those kids in a longlong time. shawna and i have a new theory and meaghan and i are terrible cheerleading stunters. maria and i talked and she's such an amazing girl. and then .. i got a call. from whoever. sleepover at a friend's house? why sure! got home at 10 and got directly into bryan's car.
okay. i'm going to try and get some of the things people forgot in their journals, but certain things deserve to be said more than once.
bryan, brian, debbie, nycole, kristina, cat, johnny, alex. plan a failed because we are pussies who don't try hard enough, and/or because people lock their doors. plan b resumed and we headed on our way to bryan f's backyard. but first, the search for more cloves at 11pm. gas station attendants really like bryan and are impressed/thrilled by how many kids we fit into a lancer. "bryan's backyard is perfect to kill yourself in". tried to set up the house tent with nycole, because everyone else are bitches, and then eventually got the apartment tent up. three rooms, bitch! and then debbie, alex, and i locked ourselves in one of the tent rooms and became ... D.A.D. filled up an entire room with smoke, and then opened the tent to find certain kids angry we cloved without them, and 6 pizzas. i love the secret girls a lotttt, we are pathetic but not alone! got fucked up on cloves (haha), and then the most akward game of tent or dare ever. especially that extra mississippi/dry hump. "yeah, uh, lick it!". went on the trampoline and talked/burned holes in it for a long time. freaked out when debbie and i saw a black man in a window watching us. cat saw him too. johnny fooled us all when he ran around with his shirt off and did laps around us. talked for more with cat or johnny saying something occasionally from the other tent until the sun came up, and his backyard was a perfect movie scene with the dog that attacked us. debbie thought it was johnny. who had actually lost his mind and was throwing books at us. after losing the dog and waking up bryan from his car it was diner time. us ladies got cleaned up in the girls and guys diner bathroom. coffee. definetly no egg sandwiches. ew.
it's 7am. we go to sports plus. 7 o clock in the fucking morning. that's like 21 hours until 4 oclock in the fucking morning. pussies played ddr and the rest of us snuck into lasertron and walked into shit. hit up kidstown and did the big slide so many times with debbie and alex. "we're going too fast. oh god. i stopped us. well now we're going to suffocate". old black guy kicked us out of kidstown. climbed onto the rollercoaster and went up to the strobe light checkerboard rave area. the new cloving spot. got out and realized we were on the security cameras. went on the slides and mexicans yelled at us and then got security. we showed them our friends and THEY UNPLUGGED DDR! we got owned. drove away from black men blasting hanson. car rides like that one are the reason i live. singing along to 90's songs or cemetery drive in a cemetery. got kicked out of the movies at 9, because apparently they weren't open either. found a parking space in the middle of nowhere and me, debbie, nycole, alex, kristina, and bryan tried to sleep on it. "no one will ever hit us." and as we got get hit by a car: "fuck you debbie." we all got HIV and died for 30 minutes out there. more good driving to kristina's house, and then pool. the guys are pussies and don't even jump in until there are pink chairs. alex is an idiot and tried to drown me.
everyone fell asleep so emo except debbie and i. we tried to help people. we failed. so badly. put water on alex and danced around bryan f and then moved johnny a few times for no reason. we tried to sleep on top of him. didn't work. tried to cuddle on kristina's bed between nycole and the brians. definetly didn't work. gave up and watched bug juice? FUCKING WORKED! only two members of the no sleep crew, represent. burger king. melted faces. went home. amazing. took a nap. it's 2:45 in the fucking morning and i'm still updating my journal.
and what have we learned?
-it's so easy to live for two days on nothing but coffee, occasional pizza, cloves, and nicotine.
-you can't buy cloves in the middle of the night and you can't mess with old black men before 10 am.
-someone slipped johnny something because he obviously broke edge and lost his fucking mind.
-debbie and i peeled all of you.
-no one has good first kisses.
-apple cider is actually 80 proof.
i really do love these kids.