I give up~ (crazy weekend)
I tried to no longer post entries mentioning substance abuse of any sort but then I realized that I stopped posting in this thing for the most part. OH.
I'm posting this entry from a really fucking old computer that can't display on anything above 800 by 600 without reverting to 256 color mode. My dad broke the old one trying to install a new dvd drive and it won't be back until thursday! OH WELL.
On Thursday I received a call from Nick asking me to accompany an entourage to visit David in Seattle. I accepted his request. We ended up walking around downtown Seattle and I had my first whole cigarette because I apparently wanted a cigarette. The following day we bussed down to Oly while listening to Joanna Newsom and freaking out over how insanely rad her voice is. Me and Nick wanted to play Raiden Fighters but these two toddler-sized little shits had about 20 dollars in quarters and stayed in the extremely cramped arcade for at least an hour. FUCK THAT NOISE.
Later on that night we decided to finally try to beer bong one and a half 40s at once (40 + 20 = 60 ounces. OH MY.) I did it and then vomited immediately after, then consumed another 40 and vomited some more. Nick followed in my lead despite seeing the results in my case. David lauded this act as "a testament to true friendship."
On Saturday we took an impromptu trip back to Seattle to go to a party at The Dollhouse. Fun fact: The Dollhouse bears very little resemblance to an actual dollhouse. The partying took place in a very small apartment and a roof. While everyone was on a liquor run I was left cradling three 40s in my arms and people kept trying to steal them from me. At one point a group resorted to tickling me and then grabbing the beer from my arms. How uncouth! We went to a house after the party died down. I kinda freaked out for a reason I'm not quite sure of and tried to run away from everyone, but they kept me in check for the duration of the evening. In the end we did not get back to David's place to crash until 6 or 7 am.
Thursday is my 20th birthday and Sunday there will probably be a copious amount of superbowl parties since our gayass football team is in the gayass superbowl. I think the coming weekend might have the potential to out-crazy the previous one. If I don't post in this thing anymore you'll know it's because I'm fucking DEAD.
I'm posting this entry from a really fucking old computer that can't display on anything above 800 by 600 without reverting to 256 color mode. My dad broke the old one trying to install a new dvd drive and it won't be back until thursday! OH WELL.
On Thursday I received a call from Nick asking me to accompany an entourage to visit David in Seattle. I accepted his request. We ended up walking around downtown Seattle and I had my first whole cigarette because I apparently wanted a cigarette. The following day we bussed down to Oly while listening to Joanna Newsom and freaking out over how insanely rad her voice is. Me and Nick wanted to play Raiden Fighters but these two toddler-sized little shits had about 20 dollars in quarters and stayed in the extremely cramped arcade for at least an hour. FUCK THAT NOISE.
Later on that night we decided to finally try to beer bong one and a half 40s at once (40 + 20 = 60 ounces. OH MY.) I did it and then vomited immediately after, then consumed another 40 and vomited some more. Nick followed in my lead despite seeing the results in my case. David lauded this act as "a testament to true friendship."
On Saturday we took an impromptu trip back to Seattle to go to a party at The Dollhouse. Fun fact: The Dollhouse bears very little resemblance to an actual dollhouse. The partying took place in a very small apartment and a roof. While everyone was on a liquor run I was left cradling three 40s in my arms and people kept trying to steal them from me. At one point a group resorted to tickling me and then grabbing the beer from my arms. How uncouth! We went to a house after the party died down. I kinda freaked out for a reason I'm not quite sure of and tried to run away from everyone, but they kept me in check for the duration of the evening. In the end we did not get back to David's place to crash until 6 or 7 am.
Thursday is my 20th birthday and Sunday there will probably be a copious amount of superbowl parties since our gayass football team is in the gayass superbowl. I think the coming weekend might have the potential to out-crazy the previous one. If I don't post in this thing anymore you'll know it's because I'm fucking DEAD.