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saturday night was a different story... yet still pretty shitty
well, i arrived at molly's house pretty happy. the party started out mildly entertaining. i had seen aaron dunn backstage and was eager to find out what he had been doing since i last talked to him. so we talked for a while, turns out that he and i are alike in some ways. anyway, this story just turns bad right in the beginning. and there's nothing to fluff it up either, no grand staircases, no victorian bathtubs, however the music selection was excellent. anyway, i got a text message from (he who shall not be named, however, im sure if you know me well enough, and you spend enough time with me, you'll figure it out) saying that we needed to talk, big time, and soon. right away i knew what it was about. i got stressed that our relationship would change and that because of this particular incident that we would no longer maintain the relationship that we have with eachother and that (he who shall not be named) would not see me the same way. i went and sat in my car for a while. pondered on calling (this person). but instead decided not to. i thought a little more, and then peered out my window to see a group of people standing outside smoking. i walked up to them to find that it was marshall, (this creepy kid who follows everyone around), oj, uhhhh.... and there was one other person, d'orsi maybe, who knows. anyway, i was so stressed that i just had to smoke. to see if the rumor was true that it relieves stress, after chain smoking 3 of them, i came to the conclusion that it does in fact relieve stress, and made me feel semi-better. i took a walk with oj, and tom* (name changed b/c uhh i felt like it) anyway, so we took a walk, i thought about things a little more and decided, that hey, there wasn't really much i could do about it now, so why worry so much. so i walked back to get tom some gum. and walked back inside. sat down on the couch, pondered a little more, about 50 people asked me what was wrong, god damn my in-ability to cover up my emotions, and then that marshal kid wouldn't leave me alone, so oj invited me outside which finally got me away from that one kid. we went outside to have a smoke with michael and this other guy, his name does not appear because i simply do not know it. anyway, i had had enough smoking so i didn't have another. then it was quite cold, so oj and i decided we would sit in my car, i walked up to it to find that i had misplaced my keys, oj got a coat hanger from mrs. passafiume while i searched the basement quarters from my keys, when i traveled down there, the temperature in the basement had increased about 300degrees, and there was a lesbian making out with this guy who knew nothing about her sexual prefrence. anyway so my keys were no where to be found, by this time, marshal had followed me outside to try and help me get my door open, due to the fact that i believed that my keys were in the car. oj tried and tried to get the door open, but was unsuccessful. finally we just decided to call AAA. they were not to be there for 30-45 minutes so we decided to get ourselves out of the cold, and what better place to go than a basement hotter than hell. so i went downstairs, witnessed multiple lap dances occurring all at once, many between two guys. some were even straight. anyway, so i chatted with aaron, explained where i had disappeared off to earlier, and we plotted to set a plastic trash can on fire. it was kinda funny. anyway, AAA showed up, it took the guy a while, but he finally got into my car, i called my parents, explained the situation, told them i'd be a few minutes late, said goodbye to everyone, and then drove off into the darkness.
well the rest of the week was kind of boring, all it consisted of was another show, and sleeping. but girls night... man is that a story...
well, i arrived at molly's house pretty happy. the party started out mildly entertaining. i had seen aaron dunn backstage and was eager to find out what he had been doing since i last talked to him. so we talked for a while, turns out that he and i are alike in some ways. anyway, this story just turns bad right in the beginning. and there's nothing to fluff it up either, no grand staircases, no victorian bathtubs, however the music selection was excellent. anyway, i got a text message from (he who shall not be named, however, im sure if you know me well enough, and you spend enough time with me, you'll figure it out) saying that we needed to talk, big time, and soon. right away i knew what it was about. i got stressed that our relationship would change and that because of this particular incident that we would no longer maintain the relationship that we have with eachother and that (he who shall not be named) would not see me the same way. i went and sat in my car for a while. pondered on calling (this person). but instead decided not to. i thought a little more, and then peered out my window to see a group of people standing outside smoking. i walked up to them to find that it was marshall, (this creepy kid who follows everyone around), oj, uhhhh.... and there was one other person, d'orsi maybe, who knows. anyway, i was so stressed that i just had to smoke. to see if the rumor was true that it relieves stress, after chain smoking 3 of them, i came to the conclusion that it does in fact relieve stress, and made me feel semi-better. i took a walk with oj, and tom* (name changed b/c uhh i felt like it) anyway, so we took a walk, i thought about things a little more and decided, that hey, there wasn't really much i could do about it now, so why worry so much. so i walked back to get tom some gum. and walked back inside. sat down on the couch, pondered a little more, about 50 people asked me what was wrong, god damn my in-ability to cover up my emotions, and then that marshal kid wouldn't leave me alone, so oj invited me outside which finally got me away from that one kid. we went outside to have a smoke with michael and this other guy, his name does not appear because i simply do not know it. anyway, i had had enough smoking so i didn't have another. then it was quite cold, so oj and i decided we would sit in my car, i walked up to it to find that i had misplaced my keys, oj got a coat hanger from mrs. passafiume while i searched the basement quarters from my keys, when i traveled down there, the temperature in the basement had increased about 300degrees, and there was a lesbian making out with this guy who knew nothing about her sexual prefrence. anyway so my keys were no where to be found, by this time, marshal had followed me outside to try and help me get my door open, due to the fact that i believed that my keys were in the car. oj tried and tried to get the door open, but was unsuccessful. finally we just decided to call AAA. they were not to be there for 30-45 minutes so we decided to get ourselves out of the cold, and what better place to go than a basement hotter than hell. so i went downstairs, witnessed multiple lap dances occurring all at once, many between two guys. some were even straight. anyway, so i chatted with aaron, explained where i had disappeared off to earlier, and we plotted to set a plastic trash can on fire. it was kinda funny. anyway, AAA showed up, it took the guy a while, but he finally got into my car, i called my parents, explained the situation, told them i'd be a few minutes late, said goodbye to everyone, and then drove off into the darkness.
well the rest of the week was kind of boring, all it consisted of was another show, and sleeping. but girls night... man is that a story...