The past week.. Whoo.
Monday was fun.. Almost got into two car wrecks.. Still alive, no damage to anything really. No real harm, just a good scare. Didn't really do much of anything else the rest of the week except just go job hunting and had an interview at Longhorn Steakhouse. No big deal really, I'm going to go check up on my applications tomorrow, and maybe see how that interview went. I don't think it went anything better than mediocre. That's all old news though.
Friday was even more fun though I tell you what. Rolondo and Christina showed up at Jess's apartment the night before. They were just pulling stupid shit the entire time. At any rate, they got into a big fucking fight right outside the apartment. While all this was going on the rest of us(Jess, Zach, Danny, Litle Sara, Melvin, Melvin's son, Melvin's son's mother, and myself) are cooking dinner for the very first time in the apartment. Spaghetti, sweet potatoes, rolls, and cake. It was a superbly pimplicious, well that was until the cops next door on another call overheard Rolondo and Christina fighting. That then lead to the cops interupting our dinner, threatening to give everyone a breathilizer because Christina's stupid ass was drinking(She's only 15). Thankfully I hadn't been drinking at all. But now there is absolutely no under age drinking at Jess's.. Thank you stupid bitch. One dumb uppity bitch makes a big stupid mistake that the rest of know better than, and now we're all fucked because of her. Oh well, it just pisses me off. There's more to life than drinking any way.
At any rate, Saturday was pretty cool. Miche and Bort picked me up to go play pool. Ended up buying like four pitchers, heh. Spend more on beer than we did pool.. And we played for like three hours. Benson and D showed up after a short while. All in all, a really good time that was just like old times. After that I got dropped off at Discover Mills, hooked up with Danny and Robyn. Drove around for awhile, why or where I'm not exactly sure, I was kinda drunk. After that we got back to the apartment, and my friend Brian calls me. He's throwing a party for his 22nd birthday. Went there with Danny and Little Sara. I was still buzzin' from the beer at the pool hall earlier, but I still downed them like a fuckin' champ. I drank like five or six beers, and three melon shooters in the first half hour of my being there. After that I got something that I hadn't had in a long while. I got some ice, which is something I enjoy on rare occasions. Last night just happened to be one of them. At any rate, when I'm on ice, I am the most loving person in the world. I just love everyone. And I tried to show my love to this violent drunken red neck guy. He was about 5'8 or so, about 20 but fairly built. And if I was sober I would have laughed my balls off at him because he was buckin' up to me and the such and yelling and all that and he was basicly talking to my neck. Not exactly intimidating if you know what I mean. I just wanted to transcend to his level and bridge the gap, etc etc. I wanted him to share the love that I felt for him. So I kept trying to talk to him and connect with him, and give him a hug. But he just wouldn't have it. Anybody in a sober state of mind could have figured that one out in about a second or two. At any rate, a few hours or maybe a half hour, I'm not quite sure, he decides he wants to give me a hug. He like called me out to go get a hug from him. And instead of hugging me, you know what he did? He speared me. And for those of you who are not quite savy with what that is, it's basicly being tackled. One second, I'm on my feet, 1/3 of a second later, I'm on my ass looking up at the angry red neck guy. And without missing a beat, I say, "Are you alright?" He just attacked me, and I'm asking him if he is alright. Heh, it just gets better from there though. His hat fell off and into my arms in the process, and I gave it back to him in a nice, loving, sweet manner as usual. Then I started asking him, "Do you feel any better now? Are you happy because you tried to hurt me?" Etc. Etc. And being completely serious the entire time, I was actually wondering. Heh, at any rate, 'cause I keep losing my train of thought, dude buddy ended up vommiting later on that night. Got two nice big brown and yellowish trails of vommit down his shirt, I asked him if he was okay and if he needed anything, if he wanted some food, and if he wanted me to cook it, and drinking advice. I kept checking up on him every 25-30 minutes after he vommited. So lets recap here.. Not only did I mentally and emotionaly demeen him when he tried to physicly hurt me by asking, "Are you alright?" Infront of everyone at the party, and then proceeded to check up on him after he vommited all over himself. And out drank him like the little bitch that he really is. I had like eight beers by the end of the night, four melon shooters, a double shot of Gin, and two shots of rum. All on top of the four pitchers at the pool hall. And if that's not a tolerance, than I don't know what is.
At any rate, Danny and Little Sara left without me because I wanted to stay there and hang out with my friend Brian(not the one who turned 22) because I hadn't seen him in like two and a half years. At the end of the night I ended up staying at his house, we just sat around and talked to him until he took his antidepressants which made him pass out. I decided to walk back to the apartment. Keep in mind I'm on Old Norcross just past Sugarloaf, the apartment is right by Hwy 120. Brian ended up giving me bad directions.. I ended up on the ass end of Pleasent Hill. I walked a good 8 miles in the wrong direction. I was like, "I'm an idiot.. Hahahaha." And turned around and kept on walking. I caught a ride with this black dude from England, and then this other black dude from Nigeria. Americans don't like hitch hikers.. Only forgeiners. At any rate, it took about three hours to get back to the apartment. Then Jess and Zach didn't want me there, so she gave me the truck to go home with. Which I was sober enough too, but paranoid as fuck. Every car with it's headlights on at 9am on a Sunday was a cop.. Or atleast that's what I thought, Heh.
I've learned a lot about myself though, and had an awesome conversation with Mike. I can really do anything I want to. It's a great feeling in my opinion. Any ways, I've typed far too much, so good bye.
Friday was even more fun though I tell you what. Rolondo and Christina showed up at Jess's apartment the night before. They were just pulling stupid shit the entire time. At any rate, they got into a big fucking fight right outside the apartment. While all this was going on the rest of us(Jess, Zach, Danny, Litle Sara, Melvin, Melvin's son, Melvin's son's mother, and myself) are cooking dinner for the very first time in the apartment. Spaghetti, sweet potatoes, rolls, and cake. It was a superbly pimplicious, well that was until the cops next door on another call overheard Rolondo and Christina fighting. That then lead to the cops interupting our dinner, threatening to give everyone a breathilizer because Christina's stupid ass was drinking(She's only 15). Thankfully I hadn't been drinking at all. But now there is absolutely no under age drinking at Jess's.. Thank you stupid bitch. One dumb uppity bitch makes a big stupid mistake that the rest of know better than, and now we're all fucked because of her. Oh well, it just pisses me off. There's more to life than drinking any way.
At any rate, Saturday was pretty cool. Miche and Bort picked me up to go play pool. Ended up buying like four pitchers, heh. Spend more on beer than we did pool.. And we played for like three hours. Benson and D showed up after a short while. All in all, a really good time that was just like old times. After that I got dropped off at Discover Mills, hooked up with Danny and Robyn. Drove around for awhile, why or where I'm not exactly sure, I was kinda drunk. After that we got back to the apartment, and my friend Brian calls me. He's throwing a party for his 22nd birthday. Went there with Danny and Little Sara. I was still buzzin' from the beer at the pool hall earlier, but I still downed them like a fuckin' champ. I drank like five or six beers, and three melon shooters in the first half hour of my being there. After that I got something that I hadn't had in a long while. I got some ice, which is something I enjoy on rare occasions. Last night just happened to be one of them. At any rate, when I'm on ice, I am the most loving person in the world. I just love everyone. And I tried to show my love to this violent drunken red neck guy. He was about 5'8 or so, about 20 but fairly built. And if I was sober I would have laughed my balls off at him because he was buckin' up to me and the such and yelling and all that and he was basicly talking to my neck. Not exactly intimidating if you know what I mean. I just wanted to transcend to his level and bridge the gap, etc etc. I wanted him to share the love that I felt for him. So I kept trying to talk to him and connect with him, and give him a hug. But he just wouldn't have it. Anybody in a sober state of mind could have figured that one out in about a second or two. At any rate, a few hours or maybe a half hour, I'm not quite sure, he decides he wants to give me a hug. He like called me out to go get a hug from him. And instead of hugging me, you know what he did? He speared me. And for those of you who are not quite savy with what that is, it's basicly being tackled. One second, I'm on my feet, 1/3 of a second later, I'm on my ass looking up at the angry red neck guy. And without missing a beat, I say, "Are you alright?" He just attacked me, and I'm asking him if he is alright. Heh, it just gets better from there though. His hat fell off and into my arms in the process, and I gave it back to him in a nice, loving, sweet manner as usual. Then I started asking him, "Do you feel any better now? Are you happy because you tried to hurt me?" Etc. Etc. And being completely serious the entire time, I was actually wondering. Heh, at any rate, 'cause I keep losing my train of thought, dude buddy ended up vommiting later on that night. Got two nice big brown and yellowish trails of vommit down his shirt, I asked him if he was okay and if he needed anything, if he wanted some food, and if he wanted me to cook it, and drinking advice. I kept checking up on him every 25-30 minutes after he vommited. So lets recap here.. Not only did I mentally and emotionaly demeen him when he tried to physicly hurt me by asking, "Are you alright?" Infront of everyone at the party, and then proceeded to check up on him after he vommited all over himself. And out drank him like the little bitch that he really is. I had like eight beers by the end of the night, four melon shooters, a double shot of Gin, and two shots of rum. All on top of the four pitchers at the pool hall. And if that's not a tolerance, than I don't know what is.
At any rate, Danny and Little Sara left without me because I wanted to stay there and hang out with my friend Brian(not the one who turned 22) because I hadn't seen him in like two and a half years. At the end of the night I ended up staying at his house, we just sat around and talked to him until he took his antidepressants which made him pass out. I decided to walk back to the apartment. Keep in mind I'm on Old Norcross just past Sugarloaf, the apartment is right by Hwy 120. Brian ended up giving me bad directions.. I ended up on the ass end of Pleasent Hill. I walked a good 8 miles in the wrong direction. I was like, "I'm an idiot.. Hahahaha." And turned around and kept on walking. I caught a ride with this black dude from England, and then this other black dude from Nigeria. Americans don't like hitch hikers.. Only forgeiners. At any rate, it took about three hours to get back to the apartment. Then Jess and Zach didn't want me there, so she gave me the truck to go home with. Which I was sober enough too, but paranoid as fuck. Every car with it's headlights on at 9am on a Sunday was a cop.. Or atleast that's what I thought, Heh.
I've learned a lot about myself though, and had an awesome conversation with Mike. I can really do anything I want to. It's a great feeling in my opinion. Any ways, I've typed far too much, so good bye.