oh scott, you make me a whore
the last few days have been eventful,
to say the complete least.
i can only describe tuesday night as one of the best nights ever. i went to the kILLERS @ the culture room and they were just fucking amazing. i got to meet the guitarist and i offered him a blowjob to get on the guest list. he was cool and signed my arm and told me that my offer was tempting. well the night was drunkenly full of searching for scalpers, talking to the lovely english accented leadsinger of the Zutons, getting ripped off, getting apologized to by unguilty people, and finally getting snuck in the back by a security gaurd with a "fuck racism" shirt on. ah, the irony. but man, whatta show. after the concert, marios house to chill and smoke a little. got home around 2-3?, munchies with jamey and off to bed.
wednesday i obviously did not go to school. the day was chill. the night was looking to be chill but what a turn that took. hung out with joe and anthony until like 2.30 and got drunk. was walking them out to the end of the street when my next door neighbor that i think is so hot Scott came by. me being drunk shouts out "heyy" and he stops and reverses. we start talking, joe/anthony go home, each have another beer.. then he makes some calls and we get in his car to go get some bars from this house in the middle of nowhere. when we got back, all the way until the time i woke up in my dads car on the way to ocala is extrmemely faded. of course i remember those certain huge things that happen. oh wow dude, my life is maybe a little too eventful for a 15 year old. fuck you if you think im a whore. cause taylor told me if i believe that im not, then im not. lolol.
thanksgiving dinner was good. interesting talk with my fuckin cool 29-30ish cousin heather. we were telling stories on loosing our virginities. my aunt found a note to her friend in her pants telling her that it had happened when she was 15, and my aunt taped it to the kitchen counter and circled it in red marker. lmfao. burrnnn.
tonight i stayed at my cousins house and we prank phone called some chick, it was great. "omg. kyle williams." lmao, but no dude, this chick deserves it.. she was fooling around with some guy and she stuck her finger in his ass giving her the known nickname 'buttfinger'. ouch.
i have a science project to do tomorrow and i am supposed to write the paper in third person. "Amanda hates mrs.gregg and her negro husband." lmfao, definatly going in my paper.
taylor had a scare tonight and jordan/daniel went to her house with jordans mom and bats. lmao(arwi) ahah. how funny.. i tried calling 911 for her, ocala 911 is so gay dude. i am glad that i dont have emergencies here..
thank you tbird for making me feel better tonight when i was in my bad mood thinking about him again. i wish i could just be done. i think without that night i might be, and even though i claim that it doesnt mean shit to me and wasnt a big deal, in some way it definatly was. well, at least to me. im sure the feeling isnt mutual at all. wednesday night wasnt a big deal because feelings were not an issue. i hate feelings. i really truely do.
but now i shall go lay on my cousins floor and go to sleep for the night. i hope not to dream about a certain person but i probably will. damn you, my fucking obsessive personality.
to dream about the killers would be bliss. they are my new obsession and hopefully i can see their amazing show again. a flight to england maybe necessary. sweet dreams all <33
to say the complete least.
i can only describe tuesday night as one of the best nights ever. i went to the kILLERS @ the culture room and they were just fucking amazing. i got to meet the guitarist and i offered him a blowjob to get on the guest list. he was cool and signed my arm and told me that my offer was tempting. well the night was drunkenly full of searching for scalpers, talking to the lovely english accented leadsinger of the Zutons, getting ripped off, getting apologized to by unguilty people, and finally getting snuck in the back by a security gaurd with a "fuck racism" shirt on. ah, the irony. but man, whatta show. after the concert, marios house to chill and smoke a little. got home around 2-3?, munchies with jamey and off to bed.
wednesday i obviously did not go to school. the day was chill. the night was looking to be chill but what a turn that took. hung out with joe and anthony until like 2.30 and got drunk. was walking them out to the end of the street when my next door neighbor that i think is so hot Scott came by. me being drunk shouts out "heyy" and he stops and reverses. we start talking, joe/anthony go home, each have another beer.. then he makes some calls and we get in his car to go get some bars from this house in the middle of nowhere. when we got back, all the way until the time i woke up in my dads car on the way to ocala is extrmemely faded. of course i remember those certain huge things that happen. oh wow dude, my life is maybe a little too eventful for a 15 year old. fuck you if you think im a whore. cause taylor told me if i believe that im not, then im not. lolol.
thanksgiving dinner was good. interesting talk with my fuckin cool 29-30ish cousin heather. we were telling stories on loosing our virginities. my aunt found a note to her friend in her pants telling her that it had happened when she was 15, and my aunt taped it to the kitchen counter and circled it in red marker. lmfao. burrnnn.
tonight i stayed at my cousins house and we prank phone called some chick, it was great. "omg. kyle williams." lmao, but no dude, this chick deserves it.. she was fooling around with some guy and she stuck her finger in his ass giving her the known nickname 'buttfinger'. ouch.
i have a science project to do tomorrow and i am supposed to write the paper in third person. "Amanda hates mrs.gregg and her negro husband." lmfao, definatly going in my paper.
taylor had a scare tonight and jordan/daniel went to her house with jordans mom and bats. lmao(arwi) ahah. how funny.. i tried calling 911 for her, ocala 911 is so gay dude. i am glad that i dont have emergencies here..
thank you tbird for making me feel better tonight when i was in my bad mood thinking about him again. i wish i could just be done. i think without that night i might be, and even though i claim that it doesnt mean shit to me and wasnt a big deal, in some way it definatly was. well, at least to me. im sure the feeling isnt mutual at all. wednesday night wasnt a big deal because feelings were not an issue. i hate feelings. i really truely do.
but now i shall go lay on my cousins floor and go to sleep for the night. i hope not to dream about a certain person but i probably will. damn you, my fucking obsessive personality.
to dream about the killers would be bliss. they are my new obsession and hopefully i can see their amazing show again. a flight to england maybe necessary. sweet dreams all <33