Slowly but surely
Well...
If one thing is apparent, it's that my social life is slowly but surely coming back, which is something I'm very happy about.
Friday: At the very last minute Natalie and I decided to cut school, we walked over to some shitty deli close to our bus stop and we sat there and drank gross coffee and stuff. Then we went back to my house when I was sure that my mother had left for work, then we listened to music, danced around in our underoos and smoked some pot on my porch. We got really high. And then we watched 'The 40 Year Old Virgin.' Which was really rather funny, but it probably wouldn't have been so funny if we weren't so mind-numbingly high. At around 2ish Natalie left because her parents are complete psychopaths and if they found out she cut we'd probobly never see poor Natalie ever again.
I spent the rest of the afternoon all burnt out, but when night came, that's when all the real fun started, at around 8 or 9 Ally Bajar picked me up and we went to Redbank for a little while, just for an hour or so to kill some time before we went to Applebee's for Metal Mike's birthday at 11. We got there and I wasn't expecting half as many kids as there were. There were seriously like 35 kids that mobbed Applebee's, I knew everyone, and I was totally stoked. All the squater kids were there, all the Starbucks kids were there. I sat at a table with Josh, Jay Toxic, Sasha, Billy and Tara. It was really fun, really chaotic. Ang punched our waiter in the face, it's okay though because Ang worked there and I'm pretty sure that they knew each other, although it's hard to tell. Tara and Jay Toxic convinced me to go to a hotel party at the Pan American, which is possibly the scummiest place I've ever seen. As Josh so eloquently put it, "Heroin addicts come here to die over and over again."
The party was really good, Josh, Jay Toxic, Sasha, Tara, Ang, Nick D., Homeless Billy, Ariel, Mike, Diesal and I were all there drinking cheap beer and even cheaper wine. Let me put it this way, I had a plastic cup full of wine that I was drinking, and then I'd chase the wine with some Bud Light. How fucking disgusting is that. Needless to say I got incredibly drunk and I didn't make it home until 4 AM.
Saturday: I woke up surprisingly early, around 10 AM. I showered, shaved and made myself pretty and what not, and then at 2 I went to my voice lesson at the church. Needless to say I didn't sing as well as I could've, I wasn't hung over, but the pot and the alcohol from the day before didn't exactly make me sing like an angel. After that was over I just hung out at my house and listened to Eisley all day until Bruce came over because we decided on taking a road trip to Philadelphia. The ride there wasn't too interesting, it rained a lot, there wasn't anything good on the radio, but Bruce and I made due. It was really foggy and wet when we got there, even though it stopped raining by then. We walked up and down South Street a few times, that's like the shabby little bohemian part of Philadelphia. Bruce took me into a sex shop. Which kinda made me uncomfortable. And I had a croissant and some orange juice in a lovely little coffee shop called The Bean Cafe. We didn't see very much of Philadelphia though unfortunately, I was happy I got to see a bit of center city though. Bruce really makes me appreciate architechure. A lot of the buildings in center city are really big and imposing like the town hall. I also got a glimpse of one of the colleges I would like to attend: University of the Arts in Philadelphia.
The ride home was much better than the ride there, Bruce was fucking wired on coffee. He was ridiculous, I can't imagine him high or drunk, but I think last night was the closest I'll ever get to seeing that. I got home at midnight and went to bed soon after.
Today: Today was much more relaxed, I didn't once get out of my dingy pajamas, which I'm totally fine with. Amanda came over at about 3 and we watched a shitty movie and some shitty TV and ate popcorn, I'm totally fine with that. I really thoroughly enjoy Miss Lamb's company. My mom is at some Super Bowl party right now, I'm glad she's getting out again because that means I can have the house to myself for a while each day. Right now my life is very good, from what my guidance counselor told me I'm doing very well in all of my classes and I'm generally happier. So what if I didn't get into All Shore or get the lead in the play? I'm getting out. Although some of the activities I'm partaking in might not be so good for my voice, I should cut back. I will cut back. I'm cutting back! This year is turning out to be a lot better than it started out being. I hope there's only up to go from here.
If one thing is apparent, it's that my social life is slowly but surely coming back, which is something I'm very happy about.
Friday: At the very last minute Natalie and I decided to cut school, we walked over to some shitty deli close to our bus stop and we sat there and drank gross coffee and stuff. Then we went back to my house when I was sure that my mother had left for work, then we listened to music, danced around in our underoos and smoked some pot on my porch. We got really high. And then we watched 'The 40 Year Old Virgin.' Which was really rather funny, but it probably wouldn't have been so funny if we weren't so mind-numbingly high. At around 2ish Natalie left because her parents are complete psychopaths and if they found out she cut we'd probobly never see poor Natalie ever again.
I spent the rest of the afternoon all burnt out, but when night came, that's when all the real fun started, at around 8 or 9 Ally Bajar picked me up and we went to Redbank for a little while, just for an hour or so to kill some time before we went to Applebee's for Metal Mike's birthday at 11. We got there and I wasn't expecting half as many kids as there were. There were seriously like 35 kids that mobbed Applebee's, I knew everyone, and I was totally stoked. All the squater kids were there, all the Starbucks kids were there. I sat at a table with Josh, Jay Toxic, Sasha, Billy and Tara. It was really fun, really chaotic. Ang punched our waiter in the face, it's okay though because Ang worked there and I'm pretty sure that they knew each other, although it's hard to tell. Tara and Jay Toxic convinced me to go to a hotel party at the Pan American, which is possibly the scummiest place I've ever seen. As Josh so eloquently put it, "Heroin addicts come here to die over and over again."
The party was really good, Josh, Jay Toxic, Sasha, Tara, Ang, Nick D., Homeless Billy, Ariel, Mike, Diesal and I were all there drinking cheap beer and even cheaper wine. Let me put it this way, I had a plastic cup full of wine that I was drinking, and then I'd chase the wine with some Bud Light. How fucking disgusting is that. Needless to say I got incredibly drunk and I didn't make it home until 4 AM.
Saturday: I woke up surprisingly early, around 10 AM. I showered, shaved and made myself pretty and what not, and then at 2 I went to my voice lesson at the church. Needless to say I didn't sing as well as I could've, I wasn't hung over, but the pot and the alcohol from the day before didn't exactly make me sing like an angel. After that was over I just hung out at my house and listened to Eisley all day until Bruce came over because we decided on taking a road trip to Philadelphia. The ride there wasn't too interesting, it rained a lot, there wasn't anything good on the radio, but Bruce and I made due. It was really foggy and wet when we got there, even though it stopped raining by then. We walked up and down South Street a few times, that's like the shabby little bohemian part of Philadelphia. Bruce took me into a sex shop. Which kinda made me uncomfortable. And I had a croissant and some orange juice in a lovely little coffee shop called The Bean Cafe. We didn't see very much of Philadelphia though unfortunately, I was happy I got to see a bit of center city though. Bruce really makes me appreciate architechure. A lot of the buildings in center city are really big and imposing like the town hall. I also got a glimpse of one of the colleges I would like to attend: University of the Arts in Philadelphia.
The ride home was much better than the ride there, Bruce was fucking wired on coffee. He was ridiculous, I can't imagine him high or drunk, but I think last night was the closest I'll ever get to seeing that. I got home at midnight and went to bed soon after.
Today: Today was much more relaxed, I didn't once get out of my dingy pajamas, which I'm totally fine with. Amanda came over at about 3 and we watched a shitty movie and some shitty TV and ate popcorn, I'm totally fine with that. I really thoroughly enjoy Miss Lamb's company. My mom is at some Super Bowl party right now, I'm glad she's getting out again because that means I can have the house to myself for a while each day. Right now my life is very good, from what my guidance counselor told me I'm doing very well in all of my classes and I'm generally happier. So what if I didn't get into All Shore or get the lead in the play? I'm getting out. Although some of the activities I'm partaking in might not be so good for my voice, I should cut back. I will cut back. I'm cutting back! This year is turning out to be a lot better than it started out being. I hope there's only up to go from here.