Growing up sucks...
Shit was a lot easier when I was living on campus, the government paid for everything, and I never really had much to do. I basically fucked myself thinking that it was always going to be like that. Dropping courses, not making a savings account, all this shit and screwed me out of a couple thousand dollars. I lost two of my grants totaling for a good $2,000 a semester, the $4,000 I earned working all summer has been reduced to a mere 45 and some change....oh well, if things weren't hard, things wouldn;t be worth it at the end.
I mean, look at all the fun I've had lately...Chevy and I drank a keg all by our lonesomes. Yes, two people, sixteen gallons of beer, 72 hours. My weekend was a blur. I had this crazy party planned all ending with me hooking up with a girl I've had my eyes on since February. We bought the keg before the Reel Big Fish show so it would be ready for when people came over. Chevy and I noticed that it was to heavy to carry up three flight stairs as it was, so we tapped it and lightened the load. After a satisfactory dent was made, we hauled. Been drinking five minutes and we were already covered in beer sweat, so we decided to replenish our crunk levels. After a few more beers and one more for the road, we were on the way.
We got there late but just in time for Streetlight Manifesto. F'n bad ass. No reason for anyone to rock so hard. RBF was acceptable, they were better than they were Wednesday, yes I saw them with Rancid only days prior. We left so we could get home early enough that people would be greeted by clean us's and cold beer. Well......no one came. I have no idea how, some friends came by for a beer and left. Well, we kept going and went to bed. We woke up, sold blood, and drank more. About nine hours worth forced me to tub myself. Sometime around the 8th hour, I threw a trash can of bottles down the stairs and wondered for days who put it there. It wasn't until Monday that they pointed it out to me. For a day and a half I was drunk and confused how it got there. Sunday starts and we are all kinda hang over...Rachel helped but not as much as Chevy did. I wake up around 9am and just fill up a pitcher. Chevy refuses to drink from it, so I do it myself. I fill up another pitcher by 10 and drink it myself again. I go through 4 before noon and Chevy finally chips in around 1....we didn't do anything until 6 or 7 when Carrie came over and took us out to dinner and Tijuana flats...you know, I thought I was functional, but in retrospect I f'd up bad lol. I'm ordering dinner and I don't know what to get so I order a megajuana chimichaunga....and was really disappointed in its size but consume it just the same. I drank my first glass of water in days with it....soooooo tasty!
Well, after dinner, Carrie leaves to go drink with her room mates and Chevy and I truck on. We were going through a pitcher per game of Halo....finally around midnight, I pass out. flat out pass out. Yup. Monday, wake up late, sell blood, and proceed to kill the keg. The only funny story I have from that is that I gained five fucking pounds in two days and one of the nurses called me out on it after I got on the scale. I wonder if I have lost that weight yet...I'll find out tomorrow.
Oh well....I think I have to tell myself that story so I don't hate my life.
Actually, one thing that makes me really happy is that I was offered a spot on a national Ultimate team. Well, not for that particular tournament but appearantly they really like my dedication and stuff. They would have invited me to Georgia but it was a Savage Seven Tournament which means the same seven play the entire tournament, no subs...maybe next time though, I was nearly in tears to hear that people thought that much of me. There is a tournament the 12th, Andrew WK the 3rd, and hopefully my new apartment the 15th....dear lord don't fuck me on this!
I mean, look at all the fun I've had lately...Chevy and I drank a keg all by our lonesomes. Yes, two people, sixteen gallons of beer, 72 hours. My weekend was a blur. I had this crazy party planned all ending with me hooking up with a girl I've had my eyes on since February. We bought the keg before the Reel Big Fish show so it would be ready for when people came over. Chevy and I noticed that it was to heavy to carry up three flight stairs as it was, so we tapped it and lightened the load. After a satisfactory dent was made, we hauled. Been drinking five minutes and we were already covered in beer sweat, so we decided to replenish our crunk levels. After a few more beers and one more for the road, we were on the way.
We got there late but just in time for Streetlight Manifesto. F'n bad ass. No reason for anyone to rock so hard. RBF was acceptable, they were better than they were Wednesday, yes I saw them with Rancid only days prior. We left so we could get home early enough that people would be greeted by clean us's and cold beer. Well......no one came. I have no idea how, some friends came by for a beer and left. Well, we kept going and went to bed. We woke up, sold blood, and drank more. About nine hours worth forced me to tub myself. Sometime around the 8th hour, I threw a trash can of bottles down the stairs and wondered for days who put it there. It wasn't until Monday that they pointed it out to me. For a day and a half I was drunk and confused how it got there. Sunday starts and we are all kinda hang over...Rachel helped but not as much as Chevy did. I wake up around 9am and just fill up a pitcher. Chevy refuses to drink from it, so I do it myself. I fill up another pitcher by 10 and drink it myself again. I go through 4 before noon and Chevy finally chips in around 1....we didn't do anything until 6 or 7 when Carrie came over and took us out to dinner and Tijuana flats...you know, I thought I was functional, but in retrospect I f'd up bad lol. I'm ordering dinner and I don't know what to get so I order a megajuana chimichaunga....and was really disappointed in its size but consume it just the same. I drank my first glass of water in days with it....soooooo tasty!
Well, after dinner, Carrie leaves to go drink with her room mates and Chevy and I truck on. We were going through a pitcher per game of Halo....finally around midnight, I pass out. flat out pass out. Yup. Monday, wake up late, sell blood, and proceed to kill the keg. The only funny story I have from that is that I gained five fucking pounds in two days and one of the nurses called me out on it after I got on the scale. I wonder if I have lost that weight yet...I'll find out tomorrow.
Oh well....I think I have to tell myself that story so I don't hate my life.
Actually, one thing that makes me really happy is that I was offered a spot on a national Ultimate team. Well, not for that particular tournament but appearantly they really like my dedication and stuff. They would have invited me to Georgia but it was a Savage Seven Tournament which means the same seven play the entire tournament, no subs...maybe next time though, I was nearly in tears to hear that people thought that much of me. There is a tournament the 12th, Andrew WK the 3rd, and hopefully my new apartment the 15th....dear lord don't fuck me on this!