5 months later...
These past few days have been crazy. Got totally plastered off wine, a litre of it. Everyone else was high and were content watching T.V. I didn't even know where the T.V. was, so I began doing crunches and completed 1150 of them before stopping. Then Adam brought me home. I wish I remembered more about that.
A couple nights later I went to a birthday party and drank a mickey of rum and did an ab crunch competition with this girl...pffft...she only got up to 200 before she stopped. Then I puked. Excessively. And passed out...multiple times apparently. I went home got a couple hours of sleep and was up at 6:30 am for my cousin's communion and A TWO HOUR DRIVE TO BOWMANVILLE! I told my brother we needed to pull over. I told him I was going to puke. I TOLD HIM! But no, "next stop" he says. Half an hour later, I couldn't hold it in anymore and I puked in a Tim Horton's bag in his car. Went to go throw it out the window and... SPLAT...all over the side of his car.
Then, the night before last I and ...a suitor, went out. We got a little excited while he was driving but had nowhere to go to have a bit of fun, so we went to Henley Island and went for a walk. Not so bad you might think...however I was only wearing my underwear. We're walking along in the warm night enjoying the rain on our skin when I see a cop car drive by up the hill on the road. We thought they were coming for us so we were going to try and hide, but I quickly realized that plan would'nt work since his vehicle was parked there. I was lucky enough to have had my shirt with me so I put it on and prepared for the worst. The cops drove by my date and I, we just kept walking to the car. It wouldnt have been so bad had I been wearing underwear that covered my ass...but as it was...I was totally embarrassed. The cops asked if we went swimming, I said we just were going for a walk and we'll go home now. They seemed satisfied with that and left.
On a less exciting note, it looks like as of June I will be out of Carol's house and for the first time in almost four years I will be staying with my mom. I'm kinda freaked out about it cause she's crazy and all, but Steve her boyfriend will be moving in too so hopefully she will try to behave around him.
This will give me an opportunity to save some money and get out of Carol's hair. I come home too late, it wakes her up and I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to be a burden but I also don't want to come home right after work and have no life.
A couple nights later I went to a birthday party and drank a mickey of rum and did an ab crunch competition with this girl...pffft...she only got up to 200 before she stopped. Then I puked. Excessively. And passed out...multiple times apparently. I went home got a couple hours of sleep and was up at 6:30 am for my cousin's communion and A TWO HOUR DRIVE TO BOWMANVILLE! I told my brother we needed to pull over. I told him I was going to puke. I TOLD HIM! But no, "next stop" he says. Half an hour later, I couldn't hold it in anymore and I puked in a Tim Horton's bag in his car. Went to go throw it out the window and... SPLAT...all over the side of his car.
Then, the night before last I and ...a suitor, went out. We got a little excited while he was driving but had nowhere to go to have a bit of fun, so we went to Henley Island and went for a walk. Not so bad you might think...however I was only wearing my underwear. We're walking along in the warm night enjoying the rain on our skin when I see a cop car drive by up the hill on the road. We thought they were coming for us so we were going to try and hide, but I quickly realized that plan would'nt work since his vehicle was parked there. I was lucky enough to have had my shirt with me so I put it on and prepared for the worst. The cops drove by my date and I, we just kept walking to the car. It wouldnt have been so bad had I been wearing underwear that covered my ass...but as it was...I was totally embarrassed. The cops asked if we went swimming, I said we just were going for a walk and we'll go home now. They seemed satisfied with that and left.
On a less exciting note, it looks like as of June I will be out of Carol's house and for the first time in almost four years I will be staying with my mom. I'm kinda freaked out about it cause she's crazy and all, but Steve her boyfriend will be moving in too so hopefully she will try to behave around him.
This will give me an opportunity to save some money and get out of Carol's hair. I come home too late, it wakes her up and I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to be a burden but I also don't want to come home right after work and have no life.