Le Fin de Semaine est Bonne
So, kick-arse weekend. Like, really. I've had lovely weekends recently, but this weekend was just fabulous.
On Friday, I hung out with Jake for a good long while, ate at Moe's with Jake, Brittany, Candice, Megan, Shannon, and Butler. I haven't eaten at Moe's in ages, and it was just about the most delicious thing everrrrrrrrrr. Apres Ca, we went back to my place and watched . . . BREAKFAST ON PLUTO!!!!!!!!1 It finally came on Thursday. I almost had an orgasm like 2903840283 times while watching it. It was . . . oh God. Words can't even express. Cillian was beautiful. He found Kitten so perfectly and turned into her. I mean, throughout the movie, I never called her 'Cillian' once; she wasn't; she was Kitten. I can't believe she he didn't get the GG or an Oscar nom. Fuck you, HFP and The Academy.
We chilled at Starbuck's for awhile, which was quite nice. Then, Brittany and I watched the Dresden Dolls DVD Jake got me. I died. Like 12 times. Amanda Palmer is my new hero, and Brian Viglione is a sex god. I want his painted body.
So, Saturday AM< I had to get up with B-face to go prepare for prom. AKA, she, John Henry and I ate doughnuts and told Chuck Norris jokes.
B and I met up with Jason later on, and we went shopping and almost dyed our hair at myself, but 2 things stopped us:
1) we didn't want to dye our hair really
2) my parents are lame and didn't want an unknown 27 20 year old gay man in the house
But it's okay. They're just parents, right?
So I got dressed, made up, curled, etc, and took some pictures with Jake. I think we look rather dashing, to be honest.
Sunset Grill for dinner, then dancing like the crazy-ass white kids we all are. Even JoJo (my chemistry teacher) danced. The place looked okay, and my feet are bruised from being trampled on by some drunken folk, but it was fun.
A bit of drama within the comedy: there was apparently an alcohol bust in one of the limos, and, for some reason, a kid in the grade above me sliced his arm open in attempted suicide. I flipped. I knew the kid. I knew him. I hung out with him in Greece. However, Jake told me that he was walking away from the site, so it would seem that he's okay. Just freaked me out a whole lot.
Anyways, then Kelly, David, Brittany, Jason, Jake and I had some milkshakes at S&S, partied it up outside, and went to Lindsey's, where most people watched "Singin' in the Rain" and sat on the roof (and I kicked off the mo-o-os). Jake and I stayed inside.
This morning, ate pizza, went swimming, took a nature walk, and slept a bit more this afternoon.
wow. Busy weekend. Didn't realize the madness/incredibleness until I got it all down.
Ah, well, back to real life this week at school. At least I've only got like a month of school left. Yeet!
Byezzzzzzzz
On Friday, I hung out with Jake for a good long while, ate at Moe's with Jake, Brittany, Candice, Megan, Shannon, and Butler. I haven't eaten at Moe's in ages, and it was just about the most delicious thing everrrrrrrrrr. Apres Ca, we went back to my place and watched . . . BREAKFAST ON PLUTO!!!!!!!!1 It finally came on Thursday. I almost had an orgasm like 2903840283 times while watching it. It was . . . oh God. Words can't even express. Cillian was beautiful. He found Kitten so perfectly and turned into her. I mean, throughout the movie, I never called her 'Cillian' once; she wasn't; she was Kitten. I can't believe she he didn't get the GG or an Oscar nom. Fuck you, HFP and The Academy.
We chilled at Starbuck's for awhile, which was quite nice. Then, Brittany and I watched the Dresden Dolls DVD Jake got me. I died. Like 12 times. Amanda Palmer is my new hero, and Brian Viglione is a sex god. I want his painted body.
So, Saturday AM< I had to get up with B-face to go prepare for prom. AKA, she, John Henry and I ate doughnuts and told Chuck Norris jokes.
B and I met up with Jason later on, and we went shopping and almost dyed our hair at myself, but 2 things stopped us:
1) we didn't want to dye our hair really
2) my parents are lame and didn't want an unknown 27 20 year old gay man in the house
But it's okay. They're just parents, right?
So I got dressed, made up, curled, etc, and took some pictures with Jake. I think we look rather dashing, to be honest.
Sunset Grill for dinner, then dancing like the crazy-ass white kids we all are. Even JoJo (my chemistry teacher) danced. The place looked okay, and my feet are bruised from being trampled on by some drunken folk, but it was fun.
A bit of drama within the comedy: there was apparently an alcohol bust in one of the limos, and, for some reason, a kid in the grade above me sliced his arm open in attempted suicide. I flipped. I knew the kid. I knew him. I hung out with him in Greece. However, Jake told me that he was walking away from the site, so it would seem that he's okay. Just freaked me out a whole lot.
Anyways, then Kelly, David, Brittany, Jason, Jake and I had some milkshakes at S&S, partied it up outside, and went to Lindsey's, where most people watched "Singin' in the Rain" and sat on the roof (and I kicked off the mo-o-os). Jake and I stayed inside.
This morning, ate pizza, went swimming, took a nature walk, and slept a bit more this afternoon.
wow. Busy weekend. Didn't realize the madness/incredibleness until I got it all down.
Ah, well, back to real life this week at school. At least I've only got like a month of school left. Yeet!
Byezzzzzzzz