good times.
so last nite i took 3 trains to philly, took me about 3 hours or so. chris picked me up from 30th st. we found our way to the party out in the middle of nowhere hahaha. most of my friends were there. i had a fuckin blast. shit was crazy. i lost my weed somewheres. my bowl got broke. a fight broke out. punched some kid in the face with my knuckles, then he shook my hand, hahaha fuckin faggot. i didnt fuckin know him, but apparently he was "cool" with us...like i give a shit. i was fucked up out of my mind. i had a fucking bed to sleep in, but for some reason i left in steves car? waited at a wawa for about 2 hours, they kept kicking me out bc i kept coming inside bc it was freezing out and i was shaking and couldnt feel my feet. turns out sean went to the wrong wawa then went home. so what the fuck was i gonna do. i had nothing to do and nowhere to sleep. im stuck at a wawa 2 hours from home. so i finally got ahold of a cab company at like 5:30 in the morning. took 5 trains to get home in the freezing cold, took me about 6 hours. then i finally got home. hadnt really slept the whole time, even tho most of my waiting around is all a blur. went to sleep around 1 in the afternoon. and now i have to pack bc im leaving for virginia tomorrow. i need to get a fucking car/license/insurance/credit. these are all things on my to-do list. im sick. i feel shitty. im still cold.