weekends and close friends.
let's see, first weekend home, it surely wasn't that bad. and i got to hang out with some people i've dearly missed. some shit that went down in st.thomas:
got drunk as fuck in carries basement (on an excercise ball to be exact) went out, hung out with mel, sam and fat mike. ran away from the bar, tried to get pizza (closed - there was some yelling), hung out at tim hortons, drunk dialed some people more than 9 times, walked home, befriended a cat named mortimor. the next day i woke up on carries couch and didn't know where the fuck i was. it was awesome!
saturday i decided to behave myself and not drink, went to carries hung out with those kids, went to the bar, hung out with matt and matt who decided to bash me every second they could for being sober, kurt professed his love to me again, much at the annoyance of matt x 2. lots of drunk people felt the need to come and tell me how drunk they were. fuck, i need to be a better drunk, people are annoying. john called me too! haha, so i talked to him for a while. then i hung out with fat mike who tried to coax me into marrying him. <3 my friends are awesome. then i drove mike home (after he yelled at the mcdonalds girl), went to the park, then drove carrie home, went to another park, drove matt home. finally in my bed at 6am.
last night i hung out with matt, who decided to drive me to fucking lucan and take me into a graveyard. i fucking shit my pants. fucking trees scare me, jeez! then he walked me down this long scary road and i shit my pants again. fuck, i was so scared. like, honestly, guys, if you're gonna ask me to hang out, don't fucking pull shit like that on me!
so yeah, today i get to go hand out resumes and find my sorry ass a job, then to the doctors.. booo. but then lyndsey, jess and jimmy are coming to pick me up so we can go to the mandarin. fucking right. and then tonight brian is coming over to hang out. yay friends.
keeping busy keeps me sane. don't worry, i still think about you.
got drunk as fuck in carries basement (on an excercise ball to be exact) went out, hung out with mel, sam and fat mike. ran away from the bar, tried to get pizza (closed - there was some yelling), hung out at tim hortons, drunk dialed some people more than 9 times, walked home, befriended a cat named mortimor. the next day i woke up on carries couch and didn't know where the fuck i was. it was awesome!
saturday i decided to behave myself and not drink, went to carries hung out with those kids, went to the bar, hung out with matt and matt who decided to bash me every second they could for being sober, kurt professed his love to me again, much at the annoyance of matt x 2. lots of drunk people felt the need to come and tell me how drunk they were. fuck, i need to be a better drunk, people are annoying. john called me too! haha, so i talked to him for a while. then i hung out with fat mike who tried to coax me into marrying him. <3 my friends are awesome. then i drove mike home (after he yelled at the mcdonalds girl), went to the park, then drove carrie home, went to another park, drove matt home. finally in my bed at 6am.
last night i hung out with matt, who decided to drive me to fucking lucan and take me into a graveyard. i fucking shit my pants. fucking trees scare me, jeez! then he walked me down this long scary road and i shit my pants again. fuck, i was so scared. like, honestly, guys, if you're gonna ask me to hang out, don't fucking pull shit like that on me!
so yeah, today i get to go hand out resumes and find my sorry ass a job, then to the doctors.. booo. but then lyndsey, jess and jimmy are coming to pick me up so we can go to the mandarin. fucking right. and then tonight brian is coming over to hang out. yay friends.
keeping busy keeps me sane. don't worry, i still think about you.