drinking and smoking
there's nothing i want more than one of those black hoodies that says 'livejournal' on it. i would feel so kick-ASS if i bought something from the http://livejournal.com merch store.
so it's valentines day. i hate this day with a passion. so i drank myself to hapiness...and watched 8 episodes of 'sex and the city' with barb - a new found friend from kanata who is a third year student. we ate mcdonalds, listened to matthewgood's 'in a coma 1995-2005' best of, and laughed at almost everything from this guys "pepper-mill" dick, to prozac - life's uplifter.
personally i happen to think that a good way to uplift your spirits - THERE'S THAT FUCKING KNOCKING AGAIN. i swear that my bedroom is haunted. it makes these creepy sliding/scratching noises in the ceiling, my walls seem to like to make this knocking sound, and my closet doors shift (due to weather). or maybe because i'm drunk, these sounds are all part of my imagination. i've spent many a sober night in my room, let me tell you, and i've heard these noises before. i like to think it's my grandpa telling me not to drink.
oh man...i'm coming home soon. i'm excited. i'm excited to come home. weird, i know, but nontheless true. OK...I HAVE GOT TO FIND OUT WHAT THIS CREEPY NOISE IS. i'm starting to get scared. ok, so i turned down my music and realized it might be the raging sexaholics that live above me, moving furniture. they seem to do that a lot.
my mom bought me a teddy bear. when i pulled him out of the box, i immediately said "mackenzie", but i can't name my teddy bear after someone i'm seeing, that's a bit eerie. so i named him ben. he came with a small bottle of baileys tied to his arm.
i'm pretty sure that this is one of the longest, non-depressing, entries i've ever made. it might be because i just took a HUGE dump, or drank a bunch of whiskey, or had a great night...or maybe it's just that i'm so excited to see everyone. i choose d.
it's now 2 am. i don't have class tomorrow, so i plan on sleeping in. although i really should study. first i am going to clean my room, then shower, then watch 1 hour of television, then do my hair and face, then make lunch/supper, then do dishes, then i might open my psychology text book and study for my midterm on friday morning, or perhaps i'll start writing this native essay due in 2 weeks.
either way, i'm coming home.
<3
so it's valentines day. i hate this day with a passion. so i drank myself to hapiness...and watched 8 episodes of 'sex and the city' with barb - a new found friend from kanata who is a third year student. we ate mcdonalds, listened to matthewgood's 'in a coma 1995-2005' best of, and laughed at almost everything from this guys "pepper-mill" dick, to prozac - life's uplifter.
personally i happen to think that a good way to uplift your spirits - THERE'S THAT FUCKING KNOCKING AGAIN. i swear that my bedroom is haunted. it makes these creepy sliding/scratching noises in the ceiling, my walls seem to like to make this knocking sound, and my closet doors shift (due to weather). or maybe because i'm drunk, these sounds are all part of my imagination. i've spent many a sober night in my room, let me tell you, and i've heard these noises before. i like to think it's my grandpa telling me not to drink.
oh man...i'm coming home soon. i'm excited. i'm excited to come home. weird, i know, but nontheless true. OK...I HAVE GOT TO FIND OUT WHAT THIS CREEPY NOISE IS. i'm starting to get scared. ok, so i turned down my music and realized it might be the raging sexaholics that live above me, moving furniture. they seem to do that a lot.
my mom bought me a teddy bear. when i pulled him out of the box, i immediately said "mackenzie", but i can't name my teddy bear after someone i'm seeing, that's a bit eerie. so i named him ben. he came with a small bottle of baileys tied to his arm.
i'm pretty sure that this is one of the longest, non-depressing, entries i've ever made. it might be because i just took a HUGE dump, or drank a bunch of whiskey, or had a great night...or maybe it's just that i'm so excited to see everyone. i choose d.
it's now 2 am. i don't have class tomorrow, so i plan on sleeping in. although i really should study. first i am going to clean my room, then shower, then watch 1 hour of television, then do my hair and face, then make lunch/supper, then do dishes, then i might open my psychology text book and study for my midterm on friday morning, or perhaps i'll start writing this native essay due in 2 weeks.
either way, i'm coming home.
<3