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Wrote this earlier but forgot to post it:
I’m sitting in writing workshop class and I’m
supposed to be working on this paper that I already
finished and I’m bored as hell so I figure I’ve got
nothing better to do than update this damn thing.
This week was chill. Went to a show at the VFW with
Mike and Lara Tuesday; they got lots of ass but I didn't. Drank a lot; showed Kelly my prom pictures, etc.
The rest of the week, I mostly hung out at
Lara’s and Tommy’s; Wednesday we had a “documentary”
meeting in Lara’s bedroom.
Likewise, this weekend was alright. It really started
on Thursday, when Mere picked up me, Mike, and Lara and
we went to Love Park to start the “documentary.” First
we were harassed by a crazy he/she that worshipped
Lara, called my legs fat (which, I assure you, they are
not), then sat down between me and Mike on a bench,
said “I have a six inch cock; wanna see it?” and
proceeded to start to take off his/her pants at which
point I ran in fear.
Got hit on by skaters/bikers; filmed some; the one cute
one was all about Mere and that turned into a whole
dilemma because when he asked her for her number, she
freaked out and said no and then decided she did want
to give it to him so we drove back around and she got
out of the car to do it but chickened out and gave it
to his friend instead and now all of the skaters/bikers
think she likes him instead and he’s really not that
good looking. This turned into a midnight three way
call between me, Lara and Mere, trying to figure out
what to do and which number on the list of phone
numbers we had procured from the skate park belonged to
the cute one. After several calls, Mere talked to the
cute one and he was distant because he thought she
rejected him and she didn’t tell him the truth that she
actually like him. Plus, they all think Lara and Mere
are from L.A. anyway visiting me (I refused to be from
the West Coast because I’m too much of a Philly girl),
so anything that happened between them would be complicated
and based on lies.
Basically the night was fun; it consisted of lots of
breathless laughing fits and elaborate stories we made
up for fun. Some alright footage. Got home semi-late
and no one noticed.
Friday, me and Mike went to see Roger Miret and the
Disasters at the Troc. It was an ok show but so not
worth the $14. A lot less people came than I thought
would and there was hardly anybody that I liked there.
Plus, you can’t even smoke except for in the bathroom
and that felt like some kind of stupid high school
thing. Bands were alright, I guess; kind of pop-y.
The Horrorpops had dancers, which I thought was cute.
Some bouncer gave me the mustard-stained set list from
the Nekromantix even though I didn’t really want it.
After the show, me, Molly, Mike, and Augie went to
McDonald’s and ate. Then me and Mike got the last
train home, met Tommy and Courtney at my house, and
drank on my back deck. It was classy. Talked too much
about Tommy’s sex life.
Saturday I worked, again. Sylvan came in for an
interview and I put in a good word for him. I think
the job’s as good as his, if he wants it. I hope he
takes it so I can work with someone my own age. If he
does, I’ll be training him. That’ll be funny, seeing
as I know nothing.
Made it home in a record 15 minutes (I live about 10
away from my work, but with the bus transfers and such
it can take up to an hour to get home via public
transportation.) Crashed on my couch. Went over to
Lara’s and played with Wyatt’s boxer puppy (so cute),
then Christina called and we decided to go to some bar
after the Flyer’s game.
“Some bar” turned into a Drexel party and “after the
Flyer’s game” turned into 11:30 pm. We called All City
and the cab never came so I bitched out the dispatcher
and he was like “It’s not my fault; use Olde City cab
because All City sucks.” But Christina’s dad ended us
driving down anyway.
Hung out at the Drexel party for a while; played flip
cup and drank Black Haus. Eventually went to the New
Angle, which was filled with old black people dancing
to Michael Jackson and Nelly. Note to old black
people: when Nelly says “Take off all your clothes,” he
doesn’t mean you.
Drank a few rounds of shots and some of an Old E 22,
danced, then went back to the party. Walked some drunk
emo kid to his dorm. Etc. Got molested on the dance
floor (which was someone’s kitchen.)
Called a cab around 3/3:30; puked; got home around
3:30/4; puked. Passed out in my bathroom; woke up in
my bed.
Sunday me, my mom, and my sister went grocery shopping
at like 4 different stores. Boy, that was exciting.
Took her out to New Kimono for dinner. I don’t like
Japanese places. Or chopsticks.
Today I went into school to find out that I won some
kind of art thingy which means that I have to go to
D.C. with my family, which I really don’t want to do.
I bet it’ll be on a weekend, too.
On the bright side, I won a $400 gift certificate to some fancy restaurant (which I’m supposed to
use to take my family out to dinner, but fuck that;
what kind of dinner costs $400 anyway?), my thingy’s
getting printed on the cover of some Southwest airline
brochure or something, and Savannah School of Design is
giving me a full four year scholarship and stipend,
which I won’t use. I guess it kind of evens out. I
wish I could get the scholarship in cash, though. Then
I could chill out with the working two jobs thing this
summer.
I told my mom about all this and she bitched me out because it's "inconvenient right now." Whatever, bitch.
Eh, that’s all for right now, I guess.
Except for this: best quotes of the week.
"Maybe next year I'll see you at Penn walking to the
7-Eleven, all high and shit." - Christina's dad.
"She was drunk all week."
"Yeah and I was wearing high shoes." - Lara, on why she
bought us back chapsticks and canned nuts from Mexico.
"Do you like cats because you look like one?" - Ko.
"Yellow is the new neutral, green is the new color,
pink is the new white . . ." - me.
"And sunglasses make the best headbands." - Lara.
"Let me tell you a little story about how the body works . . ." - me.
Probably more that I can't think of.
Don't know what's up for tonight-- probably either "documenting" or going up to Mike's/Tommy's.
I’m sitting in writing workshop class and I’m
supposed to be working on this paper that I already
finished and I’m bored as hell so I figure I’ve got
nothing better to do than update this damn thing.
This week was chill. Went to a show at the VFW with
Mike and Lara Tuesday; they got lots of ass but I didn't. Drank a lot; showed Kelly my prom pictures, etc.
The rest of the week, I mostly hung out at
Lara’s and Tommy’s; Wednesday we had a “documentary”
meeting in Lara’s bedroom.
Likewise, this weekend was alright. It really started
on Thursday, when Mere picked up me, Mike, and Lara and
we went to Love Park to start the “documentary.” First
we were harassed by a crazy he/she that worshipped
Lara, called my legs fat (which, I assure you, they are
not), then sat down between me and Mike on a bench,
said “I have a six inch cock; wanna see it?” and
proceeded to start to take off his/her pants at which
point I ran in fear.
Got hit on by skaters/bikers; filmed some; the one cute
one was all about Mere and that turned into a whole
dilemma because when he asked her for her number, she
freaked out and said no and then decided she did want
to give it to him so we drove back around and she got
out of the car to do it but chickened out and gave it
to his friend instead and now all of the skaters/bikers
think she likes him instead and he’s really not that
good looking. This turned into a midnight three way
call between me, Lara and Mere, trying to figure out
what to do and which number on the list of phone
numbers we had procured from the skate park belonged to
the cute one. After several calls, Mere talked to the
cute one and he was distant because he thought she
rejected him and she didn’t tell him the truth that she
actually like him. Plus, they all think Lara and Mere
are from L.A. anyway visiting me (I refused to be from
the West Coast because I’m too much of a Philly girl),
so anything that happened between them would be complicated
and based on lies.
Basically the night was fun; it consisted of lots of
breathless laughing fits and elaborate stories we made
up for fun. Some alright footage. Got home semi-late
and no one noticed.
Friday, me and Mike went to see Roger Miret and the
Disasters at the Troc. It was an ok show but so not
worth the $14. A lot less people came than I thought
would and there was hardly anybody that I liked there.
Plus, you can’t even smoke except for in the bathroom
and that felt like some kind of stupid high school
thing. Bands were alright, I guess; kind of pop-y.
The Horrorpops had dancers, which I thought was cute.
Some bouncer gave me the mustard-stained set list from
the Nekromantix even though I didn’t really want it.
After the show, me, Molly, Mike, and Augie went to
McDonald’s and ate. Then me and Mike got the last
train home, met Tommy and Courtney at my house, and
drank on my back deck. It was classy. Talked too much
about Tommy’s sex life.
Saturday I worked, again. Sylvan came in for an
interview and I put in a good word for him. I think
the job’s as good as his, if he wants it. I hope he
takes it so I can work with someone my own age. If he
does, I’ll be training him. That’ll be funny, seeing
as I know nothing.
Made it home in a record 15 minutes (I live about 10
away from my work, but with the bus transfers and such
it can take up to an hour to get home via public
transportation.) Crashed on my couch. Went over to
Lara’s and played with Wyatt’s boxer puppy (so cute),
then Christina called and we decided to go to some bar
after the Flyer’s game.
“Some bar” turned into a Drexel party and “after the
Flyer’s game” turned into 11:30 pm. We called All City
and the cab never came so I bitched out the dispatcher
and he was like “It’s not my fault; use Olde City cab
because All City sucks.” But Christina’s dad ended us
driving down anyway.
Hung out at the Drexel party for a while; played flip
cup and drank Black Haus. Eventually went to the New
Angle, which was filled with old black people dancing
to Michael Jackson and Nelly. Note to old black
people: when Nelly says “Take off all your clothes,” he
doesn’t mean you.
Drank a few rounds of shots and some of an Old E 22,
danced, then went back to the party. Walked some drunk
emo kid to his dorm. Etc. Got molested on the dance
floor (which was someone’s kitchen.)
Called a cab around 3/3:30; puked; got home around
3:30/4; puked. Passed out in my bathroom; woke up in
my bed.
Sunday me, my mom, and my sister went grocery shopping
at like 4 different stores. Boy, that was exciting.
Took her out to New Kimono for dinner. I don’t like
Japanese places. Or chopsticks.
Today I went into school to find out that I won some
kind of art thingy which means that I have to go to
D.C. with my family, which I really don’t want to do.
I bet it’ll be on a weekend, too.
On the bright side, I won a $400 gift certificate to some fancy restaurant (which I’m supposed to
use to take my family out to dinner, but fuck that;
what kind of dinner costs $400 anyway?), my thingy’s
getting printed on the cover of some Southwest airline
brochure or something, and Savannah School of Design is
giving me a full four year scholarship and stipend,
which I won’t use. I guess it kind of evens out. I
wish I could get the scholarship in cash, though. Then
I could chill out with the working two jobs thing this
summer.
I told my mom about all this and she bitched me out because it's "inconvenient right now." Whatever, bitch.
Eh, that’s all for right now, I guess.
Except for this: best quotes of the week.
"Maybe next year I'll see you at Penn walking to the
7-Eleven, all high and shit." - Christina's dad.
"She was drunk all week."
"Yeah and I was wearing high shoes." - Lara, on why she
bought us back chapsticks and canned nuts from Mexico.
"Do you like cats because you look like one?" - Ko.
"Yellow is the new neutral, green is the new color,
pink is the new white . . ." - me.
"And sunglasses make the best headbands." - Lara.
"Let me tell you a little story about how the body works . . ." - me.
Probably more that I can't think of.
Don't know what's up for tonight-- probably either "documenting" or going up to Mike's/Tommy's.