I HATE emotions. Ugh. I have no idea whether or not I'm mad or sad or happy or blahblawhatever. I wish boys weren't so difficult. Or that I could say what I really feel when I want to. MAN.
Saturday night rocked, pretty much. Jon got sick or some shit so I went to the Metro and met up with Ben and his girlfriend Stephanie. They are both pretty awesome. We saw Mustard Plug, Planet Smashers, Catch 22, and Big D. It was alright. SOOOO fucking many stupid looking kids. Oh God. All we did pretty much, was point people out and make funa them. It rocked. Then we ate and I took the el to Berwyn.
A cab driver bought me 40s! WOW! Yea, I got soooo drunk. MoniKa came over with a bottle of Jack at like really late. We chain smoked on the porch and when I asked her what to do about a situation, she slapped me in the face and yelled, BE A MAN. I looooooove her.
Woke up with a hangover for like 10 minutes then I had just a headache for a while. I just bummed around all day. Got McDonalds. MMM. Talked to Lydia, my loverboy soon to be husband, Johnny, and my butt sex lover, Christian. FINALLY! Oooh and muh DINGHY! I tried talking to Jonathan but didn't get very far. Mmmmm. yea. Butt sex.
I love Lydia. She rocks a lot more than anyone.
Fuck, I am such a FAGGOT. WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH?!?!?!ljfhdjf
THE BLED ON FRIDAY!! Everyone should go and hang out with me and stuff. At the Bottom Lounge for 10 bucks. Fuuuuuun. THURSDAY NEXT MONDAY!!!!!!