FRIDAYSATERDAYSUNDAYMONDAY not in that order
Ok, so I stayed home from school today and decided to be lazy for yet another day. I went to work this morning and came back home and went to bed, then woke up and went back to work and now i'm trying to be productive here on the computer (which obviously isn't happening considering i'm updating my journal instead of writing a paper that is due Thursday.) Anywas, all is good, rested and well fed after a weekend of partying, starvation and late nights.
Friday was slightly disapointing due to the fact that Derek and I weren't blessed with V.I.P-ness and didn't get into the club free of charge with drinks on the house. I sucked at pool that night and drank a pretty nasty margureta, but nothing can compete with the nastyness of TAQILLA! With that being said, moving forward to Saterday night. Well during the day I car searched with a lack of luck and am still without wheels. Now back to Saterday night and the taquilla. Liz picked me up around 7:15 I recall and when we arrived in Yipsi the birthday boy, Rohan Lalith Deraniagolla (aka Chucky) was hard at work with his studies as usual, although home and not at the library. Within no more than 10-15 minutes Sarah arrived and the three Satreday night luches hit the bottle hard, we had like 10 shots of taqilla before the party (on top of our coconut rum OJ drinks.) When we got to the party Liz took a wizz on the side of the house, no more than 10 steps away from a toilet, but for good a reason I suppose, to teach Sarah how it's done LOL. Furthermore, a guy with whom I forget the name (aka Elvis,) made me feel like a sunset in the bahamas with all those pictures he took of me, I should have charged. Later, in the bathroom, I dropped a cherry cigar down the drain and just like Sara's beer spill on the carpet upstairs, lets keep that on the DL. The party went on, although Liz, Sara, Adam and I cashed in early.
Finaly, Sunday was spent lying around in filthy clothes mooching off of Rohans food and ON DEMAND while destructing his furniture on top of it all. Owners of La-Z-Boys BEWARE, they can flip over backwards, thats all i'm saying. All in all, interesting stories of public sex and hit n' runs, ice coming from Iceland and every childs idol "Chuck E. Chesse."
Oh ya, and everyone see MILLION DOLLAR BABY!
P.S. I'm to lazy to spell check this entry, so go ahead and laugh at my poor spelling.
Friday was slightly disapointing due to the fact that Derek and I weren't blessed with V.I.P-ness and didn't get into the club free of charge with drinks on the house. I sucked at pool that night and drank a pretty nasty margureta, but nothing can compete with the nastyness of TAQILLA! With that being said, moving forward to Saterday night. Well during the day I car searched with a lack of luck and am still without wheels. Now back to Saterday night and the taquilla. Liz picked me up around 7:15 I recall and when we arrived in Yipsi the birthday boy, Rohan Lalith Deraniagolla (aka Chucky) was hard at work with his studies as usual, although home and not at the library. Within no more than 10-15 minutes Sarah arrived and the three Satreday night luches hit the bottle hard, we had like 10 shots of taqilla before the party (on top of our coconut rum OJ drinks.) When we got to the party Liz took a wizz on the side of the house, no more than 10 steps away from a toilet, but for good a reason I suppose, to teach Sarah how it's done LOL. Furthermore, a guy with whom I forget the name (aka Elvis,) made me feel like a sunset in the bahamas with all those pictures he took of me, I should have charged. Later, in the bathroom, I dropped a cherry cigar down the drain and just like Sara's beer spill on the carpet upstairs, lets keep that on the DL. The party went on, although Liz, Sara, Adam and I cashed in early.
Finaly, Sunday was spent lying around in filthy clothes mooching off of Rohans food and ON DEMAND while destructing his furniture on top of it all. Owners of La-Z-Boys BEWARE, they can flip over backwards, thats all i'm saying. All in all, interesting stories of public sex and hit n' runs, ice coming from Iceland and every childs idol "Chuck E. Chesse."
Oh ya, and everyone see MILLION DOLLAR BABY!
P.S. I'm to lazy to spell check this entry, so go ahead and laugh at my poor spelling.