yoooo
happy new years...
i hope everyones new years party was good.
mine was aight.
actually it was boring.
but what can you do.
like for the first hour it was good, then the rest of the night it was like ughhh. there was no play (thats nothing new), no drunkenness (except leah), and no anything (for real we just sat on our asses).
i mean whatever though, like it was good just to chill with people who i dont usually get to chill with.
i decided im getting detailed with this shit. i feel like writing. i want to be a writer.
we roll up in that shit, theres 4 (!) coronas. fuck that. then theres some wine, and liquor. i cant keep anything down that night for some reason. so i dont barely drink, and certainly dont get drunk. but it was straight cuz no one else really was i dont think.
they were all blazing, but i couldnt. kevin wouldnt let me. asshole. just kidding. (arent my jokes so funny)
me liz and rach took a walk, tried to drink, the alcohol we took sucked. so we walked back.
from that point on, it was sheer boredom. we played twister for like 10 minutes. which was cool i guess. then just like me raf kevin rach liz and melissa just like sat on the couch, sort of talking, sort of fiddling around on the guitar. everyone else went down stairs except us. it was kind of strange. i think jocelyn came by.
i tried to teach guitar to melissa. shes got the D and G chords down.
after midnight we went out side. we had a big wrestling thing. it was pretty fun actually. but i ruined my nice pants. oh well. i was never one to care very much for material things. rafael mistakes that quality for being grungy. oh well. i mean i love all my shit, i just dont take care of it. for instance i just broke my 800 dollar guitar by knocking it over. like it was an accident but it shouldnt have happened.
then we walked back. me and melissas mantra for 2003 is "sad.......mad......glad......rad!" so that whenever were feeling down we can remember that and feel better i suppose. whatever. no one reading this will understand it.
katya and arielle both called. im kicking myself for not chillign with them because they probably had more fun.
but i mean its always fun being with friends. i have such good friends. a good overall atmosphere. even when i do have to say...whoop both michelle and brittany's asses at the same time if they get out of line...
but its never a bad night if im with my friends. it just could have been better.
i just noticed how much i wrote. im such a loser.
i hope everyones new years party was good.
mine was aight.
actually it was boring.
but what can you do.
like for the first hour it was good, then the rest of the night it was like ughhh. there was no play (thats nothing new), no drunkenness (except leah), and no anything (for real we just sat on our asses).
i mean whatever though, like it was good just to chill with people who i dont usually get to chill with.
i decided im getting detailed with this shit. i feel like writing. i want to be a writer.
we roll up in that shit, theres 4 (!) coronas. fuck that. then theres some wine, and liquor. i cant keep anything down that night for some reason. so i dont barely drink, and certainly dont get drunk. but it was straight cuz no one else really was i dont think.
they were all blazing, but i couldnt. kevin wouldnt let me. asshole. just kidding. (arent my jokes so funny)
me liz and rach took a walk, tried to drink, the alcohol we took sucked. so we walked back.
from that point on, it was sheer boredom. we played twister for like 10 minutes. which was cool i guess. then just like me raf kevin rach liz and melissa just like sat on the couch, sort of talking, sort of fiddling around on the guitar. everyone else went down stairs except us. it was kind of strange. i think jocelyn came by.
i tried to teach guitar to melissa. shes got the D and G chords down.
after midnight we went out side. we had a big wrestling thing. it was pretty fun actually. but i ruined my nice pants. oh well. i was never one to care very much for material things. rafael mistakes that quality for being grungy. oh well. i mean i love all my shit, i just dont take care of it. for instance i just broke my 800 dollar guitar by knocking it over. like it was an accident but it shouldnt have happened.
then we walked back. me and melissas mantra for 2003 is "sad.......mad......glad......rad!" so that whenever were feeling down we can remember that and feel better i suppose. whatever. no one reading this will understand it.
katya and arielle both called. im kicking myself for not chillign with them because they probably had more fun.
but i mean its always fun being with friends. i have such good friends. a good overall atmosphere. even when i do have to say...whoop both michelle and brittany's asses at the same time if they get out of line...
but its never a bad night if im with my friends. it just could have been better.
i just noticed how much i wrote. im such a loser.