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Spring Break. Springggggg Break. What is there to say? It rocked my socks. It was awesome. I got smashed. It broke my heart. It made me cry.
What is spring break without some blood, tears, laughter, and soco amaretto lime? That's right...nada.
The first few days were pretty uneventful. He who shall not be named (aka: the asshole from hell sent to destroy my existence) went on vacation with Jennifer. How lovely. An entire week with someone who would just LOOOOOOOVE to fuck him. Great. Every time I called I was ignored...or worse...hung up on by her. It was the time of my life. I can't remember being happier. I mean...crying until you can't cry anymore really is freaking awesome! *two thumbs up* Bitch.
On Wednesday I said, "You know what?!?! FUCK THIS SHIT. I'm going to go to that concert and have a fucking gooooooood time, so hellllll to him." Unbeknownst to me....the fires of damnation do not affect him. Since he was born there, he has become immune and finds his only pleasure in sex or making me feel worthless. Fun. Back to the story.
Sidenote: Mi Diablo Negro is running out of juice. I should have charged that shit before I left the house. Oh....my ipod is named Diablo Negro....don't ask. Oh isn't this perfect! Boyz II Men...End of the Road. The universe is laughing at me. Go ahead. Keep laughing buster. I'm rediculous. Moving on....
Right...so that Wednesday was the day of ze concert! The kickoff of the Fall Out Boy Underdog shit. Fall Out Boy, All American Rejects, Hawthorne Heights, and From First to Last (they are NOT a pretty bunch....let that be known.) Indeed. So I found my sister in ze bathroom (she had just had her four molars removed...(how do you spell mollars? is it two l's? an a? an o? what an icky word) and she was drugged up and in lots of pain) with some soco amaretto lime. So I had some. It made me happy. It was a stick this time...and it smelled and tasted _really_ good. Brought a smile to my face and tears of happiness dwelled in the corner of my eyes. Naaaaa....just kidding. lol. Indeed. So the concert was the shit. We were right there. On the floor in the very front rows. It was fucking insane! Jesums I had so much fun. And Kels and Mikey were there too. That was funs. So the bands were pretty good....From First to Last went first...and the first song was good...but after that they got boring. It sounded like the same song over and over and over again. But then Hawthorne Heights came out and they played their good songs...the ones that I like...with less screaming...lol. At some point it got really hot and I took my shirt off. Indeed. Mike's friend was going insane. He dubbed me "DD". That was my name for the night. How lovely. It stuck. I think it might be my assassin codename :P. After themmmm came the All American Rejects and that was just...woah. The band peeps were sooooooooo close! And people were crowd surfing and moshing. It was insane. This guy was protecting us though...he was cute. But I think his girlfriend might have been standing around us, so really he was just protecting her. lol. Whatever...I got hit less so it works for me. When the boys tried to crowd surf people would just drop them...and most of the time they fell on their heads. I got shit scared, but then I saw that when a girl crowd surfed, the guys would all hold her up and she was safe. So I got to thinkin....hmmmmmmmm...interesttttttting. Then Fall Out Boy came out! I really don't remember half the shit they sang.....most of it was from the second? album which I haven't heard the whole thing of yet. Pete gave us a tip, "Never take naked pictures of yourself, because they WILL end up on the internet". Thanks, Pete. Now wondering were those pictures I sent to cohen are........he never got them. So they're probably just floating around in cyber space. Life is great. Back to the concert, Kay and I were determined. We would crowd surf. And crowd surf we did. Twice. The security guys put me down in the front (they held me up for a while though...I was kinda like, "Yo...dudes...you can put me down now....really.....your hand doesn't need to be there....honestly....I'm good now....get me the fuck down!!!!" Na...they put me down after a minute or so....they had to climb down the lil ladder thing first. And then I was there. The stage was right in my face.....RIGHT THERE! It was insaneeeeeee. Omg...I had the freakin time of my life. Sooooo much fun. I was so out of it by the end of the concert. I bought a sweaterrrrrr. It was mad expensive. Then we went home. And Kristy wanted to watch Harry Potter, but Sadie and Kay would not be quiet if their lives depended on it. So Kristy got pissed and turned it off. And I just couldn't stop laughing. Eventually, I fell asleep.
The rest of the week was pretty boring. I can't remember what I did. I should really stop with the soco amaretto lime.
There was a story about Carrington, but I don't feel like telling it. Perhaps another day.
The next week I.......uh.....hm....*scratches head* I don't think I did much until I went to NYC to visit Manda. Now THAT was a goooooood time. I got there midday Wednesday and we made plans for the next day....plays, movies, museums...all that good shit. Then her friend was having a crisis so we went over with some soco amaretto lime to make her relax. She was nice.....ooo and then we ate. Omg it was good. We went to this cuban restaurant not far from her apartment. They had the best cuban sandwhiches.....yum...maybe I was just hungry, but that thing was gooooooood. But then, they ruined it all by serving their flan warm. No. Flan is served chilled. It tastes like crap when it's warm! Everyone knows it needs to be refridgerated! Duhhhhhh! So then after that we met up with her friends at this bar....198...something...87? I don't know..whatever. It was loud. I was born October 28th, 1984 by the way. hehe. Sooooo....right. oh. Her friends were nice. I think Andy was pretty trashed, but he was my favorite. He made the most conversation and he was hilarious. Him and Dave....was his name Dave? I hope so..cause that's what I called him...lol. Right...so Vodka tonic=ick. Vodka cranberry=not bad. Vodka sprite=even better. But, Vodka sour=heaven in a glass. It was divine. But that was my last drink so.....I think I was pretty smashed by then. My body felt all fuzzy....it was nice. It was really hard to walk though...that part not so nice. Kendra (god I hope that's her name... cause that's what I called her too!) was pretty....out there too. And since she lives in Brooklyn we took her home with us. And then we had some more soco amaretto lime. I can't even count how many bowls I had. It was quite a lot. I fell asleep at around 3. Oh...that was the first day I talked to the bitch from hell who has no dick sinceeee.....that Tuesday that Jennifer hung up on me. Lovely memories. I wanted to shove my foot up his ass. He was all like, "Why are you mad at me? wah wah wah I'm a baby who drives you insane wah wah wah I love you." Oh shove a sock in your face. And poor Cohen....he was so excited when I signed on...poor thing was like, "I miss you!" He's never said that before....it made me happy. It's nice to be missed....and appreciated. I miss him too.....he knows how to bring a smile to my face. Aww...I miss that kid. Okay...back to NYC. The next morning I had a hangover like never before. The sun KILLLLLLED my eyes. I had to walk around with my sunglasses everywhere. And I had this headache. Ick. So Thursday we went to this museum that was a preserved Merchant's house from the 19th century. It was pretty sweet. The furniture was absolutely gorgeous. Thennnnnnn....oh! She had her doctor's appt and I was supposed to meet her at BBQ's...and walk down 8th Ave. but you see....8th ave in the village is a lot of different streets...sometimes it's astor place...sometimes there isn't a sign. So yea...I went the wrong way. I wound up at BBQ's, but it was the wrong one. The guy was like, "Hey, maybe your friend is at the other one." "What do you mean the other one?!" "This is a chain. We've got lots more of these all over the city." "More than one on 8th Ave?!?!" "Yea, there's one on 8th and the street right after Broadway. Walk up. Your friend is probably there." "Thanks." lol So then I walk up...and Amanda's like freaking out, "Omg I thought you died...blah blah blah!" Good times...lol. So then Amanda orders a 10 oz. mango daquiri and I'm like...nooooooooooo way. I can't drink all of that....I'll have a water. lol But then John left. And he left half of his beer pitcher. And Rebecca was freakin, "I can't drink all of that!" So me and my brother helped. I forgot my brother's name....it's something spanish....oh jesus...lol. Beer is grossss man. Specially cheep beer. So then we went to our play. We saw Barefoot in the Park which is one of my all time favorite movies! Amanda Peet made her broadway debut and Patrick Wilson (mr. I played Raoul in The Phantom of the Opera) was in it. It was amusing....I enjoyed it. I met Amanda Peet. She was collecting donations for the AIDS organization thing that Broadway supports....and I donated money...and she said thank you...and then I asked her for a ribbon...and she said sure....and then she gave me the ribbon...and then I said something stupid like, "You were absolutely great" I should of just said, "I have the vocabulary of a 3 year old because my heart stopped beating when I saw you up so close...this is cool" lol. I'm retarted. Right...so she gave me a ribbon. Oh fuck...where did I put that? It's prob in my pocket. Technically....Ashton Kutcher touched that ribbon. Hands that touched Ashton Kutcher touched that ribbon. I'm crazy...lol. Righto. So after the play was over...we went to see V For Vendetta. and OH. MY. GOD. It was fucking AMAZING! Omg I loved it! I probably would have gotten so much more out of it if I was less drunk and it wasn't midnight. So I'm gonna go see it again soon because it really was a stellar movie. Not only the acting, but the message itself. It was inspirational and it made me feel....like I could fix things. Don't worry....I'm not going to blow up the white house....yet. lol..just kidding man. As beautiful as fire is.....I'll leave the blowing up of things to V. So...then...we went back to the apartamenttttt and I fell asleep like THAT *snaps fingers* (I know I spelled apartment wrong...I just like saying it like that...apartaaaament. get off my back you stupid monkey.) So...I went home the next morning. Oh...some point on Thursday manda bought me a hat. And I love it. It's my special NYU hat. And it makes me look shmexy.
Um...so then the rest of the vacation was okay. I cleaned the basement con mi madre and I got payed.
I hate him. He's evil. And....*sighs*
I have class soon....I can't believe I took an hour to write all this shit. I'm still not done. There's much to be said for last night. Anyways...I love you Sadie...lol. You're pretty much the only one who reads this my little goose. :)
My arm is stinging. I deserve it. I'm retarted.
Move Along
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your...
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know ya do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along
So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your...
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
(Along), along, (along), along, (along), along
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
(Move along)
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along
What is spring break without some blood, tears, laughter, and soco amaretto lime? That's right...nada.
The first few days were pretty uneventful. He who shall not be named (aka: the asshole from hell sent to destroy my existence) went on vacation with Jennifer. How lovely. An entire week with someone who would just LOOOOOOOVE to fuck him. Great. Every time I called I was ignored...or worse...hung up on by her. It was the time of my life. I can't remember being happier. I mean...crying until you can't cry anymore really is freaking awesome! *two thumbs up* Bitch.
On Wednesday I said, "You know what?!?! FUCK THIS SHIT. I'm going to go to that concert and have a fucking gooooooood time, so hellllll to him." Unbeknownst to me....the fires of damnation do not affect him. Since he was born there, he has become immune and finds his only pleasure in sex or making me feel worthless. Fun. Back to the story.
Sidenote: Mi Diablo Negro is running out of juice. I should have charged that shit before I left the house. Oh....my ipod is named Diablo Negro....don't ask. Oh isn't this perfect! Boyz II Men...End of the Road. The universe is laughing at me. Go ahead. Keep laughing buster. I'm rediculous. Moving on....
Right...so that Wednesday was the day of ze concert! The kickoff of the Fall Out Boy Underdog shit. Fall Out Boy, All American Rejects, Hawthorne Heights, and From First to Last (they are NOT a pretty bunch....let that be known.) Indeed. So I found my sister in ze bathroom (she had just had her four molars removed...(how do you spell mollars? is it two l's? an a? an o? what an icky word) and she was drugged up and in lots of pain) with some soco amaretto lime. So I had some. It made me happy. It was a stick this time...and it smelled and tasted _really_ good. Brought a smile to my face and tears of happiness dwelled in the corner of my eyes. Naaaaa....just kidding. lol. Indeed. So the concert was the shit. We were right there. On the floor in the very front rows. It was fucking insane! Jesums I had so much fun. And Kels and Mikey were there too. That was funs. So the bands were pretty good....From First to Last went first...and the first song was good...but after that they got boring. It sounded like the same song over and over and over again. But then Hawthorne Heights came out and they played their good songs...the ones that I like...with less screaming...lol. At some point it got really hot and I took my shirt off. Indeed. Mike's friend was going insane. He dubbed me "DD". That was my name for the night. How lovely. It stuck. I think it might be my assassin codename :P. After themmmm came the All American Rejects and that was just...woah. The band peeps were sooooooooo close! And people were crowd surfing and moshing. It was insane. This guy was protecting us though...he was cute. But I think his girlfriend might have been standing around us, so really he was just protecting her. lol. Whatever...I got hit less so it works for me. When the boys tried to crowd surf people would just drop them...and most of the time they fell on their heads. I got shit scared, but then I saw that when a girl crowd surfed, the guys would all hold her up and she was safe. So I got to thinkin....hmmmmmmmm...interesttttttting. Then Fall Out Boy came out! I really don't remember half the shit they sang.....most of it was from the second? album which I haven't heard the whole thing of yet. Pete gave us a tip, "Never take naked pictures of yourself, because they WILL end up on the internet". Thanks, Pete. Now wondering were those pictures I sent to cohen are........he never got them. So they're probably just floating around in cyber space. Life is great. Back to the concert, Kay and I were determined. We would crowd surf. And crowd surf we did. Twice. The security guys put me down in the front (they held me up for a while though...I was kinda like, "Yo...dudes...you can put me down now....really.....your hand doesn't need to be there....honestly....I'm good now....get me the fuck down!!!!" Na...they put me down after a minute or so....they had to climb down the lil ladder thing first. And then I was there. The stage was right in my face.....RIGHT THERE! It was insaneeeeeee. Omg...I had the freakin time of my life. Sooooo much fun. I was so out of it by the end of the concert. I bought a sweaterrrrrr. It was mad expensive. Then we went home. And Kristy wanted to watch Harry Potter, but Sadie and Kay would not be quiet if their lives depended on it. So Kristy got pissed and turned it off. And I just couldn't stop laughing. Eventually, I fell asleep.
The rest of the week was pretty boring. I can't remember what I did. I should really stop with the soco amaretto lime.
There was a story about Carrington, but I don't feel like telling it. Perhaps another day.
The next week I.......uh.....hm....*scratches head* I don't think I did much until I went to NYC to visit Manda. Now THAT was a goooooood time. I got there midday Wednesday and we made plans for the next day....plays, movies, museums...all that good shit. Then her friend was having a crisis so we went over with some soco amaretto lime to make her relax. She was nice.....ooo and then we ate. Omg it was good. We went to this cuban restaurant not far from her apartment. They had the best cuban sandwhiches.....yum...maybe I was just hungry, but that thing was gooooooood. But then, they ruined it all by serving their flan warm. No. Flan is served chilled. It tastes like crap when it's warm! Everyone knows it needs to be refridgerated! Duhhhhhh! So then after that we met up with her friends at this bar....198...something...87? I don't know..whatever. It was loud. I was born October 28th, 1984 by the way. hehe. Sooooo....right. oh. Her friends were nice. I think Andy was pretty trashed, but he was my favorite. He made the most conversation and he was hilarious. Him and Dave....was his name Dave? I hope so..cause that's what I called him...lol. Right...so Vodka tonic=ick. Vodka cranberry=not bad. Vodka sprite=even better. But, Vodka sour=heaven in a glass. It was divine. But that was my last drink so.....I think I was pretty smashed by then. My body felt all fuzzy....it was nice. It was really hard to walk though...that part not so nice. Kendra (god I hope that's her name... cause that's what I called her too!) was pretty....out there too. And since she lives in Brooklyn we took her home with us. And then we had some more soco amaretto lime. I can't even count how many bowls I had. It was quite a lot. I fell asleep at around 3. Oh...that was the first day I talked to the bitch from hell who has no dick sinceeee.....that Tuesday that Jennifer hung up on me. Lovely memories. I wanted to shove my foot up his ass. He was all like, "Why are you mad at me? wah wah wah I'm a baby who drives you insane wah wah wah I love you." Oh shove a sock in your face. And poor Cohen....he was so excited when I signed on...poor thing was like, "I miss you!" He's never said that before....it made me happy. It's nice to be missed....and appreciated. I miss him too.....he knows how to bring a smile to my face. Aww...I miss that kid. Okay...back to NYC. The next morning I had a hangover like never before. The sun KILLLLLLED my eyes. I had to walk around with my sunglasses everywhere. And I had this headache. Ick. So Thursday we went to this museum that was a preserved Merchant's house from the 19th century. It was pretty sweet. The furniture was absolutely gorgeous. Thennnnnnn....oh! She had her doctor's appt and I was supposed to meet her at BBQ's...and walk down 8th Ave. but you see....8th ave in the village is a lot of different streets...sometimes it's astor place...sometimes there isn't a sign. So yea...I went the wrong way. I wound up at BBQ's, but it was the wrong one. The guy was like, "Hey, maybe your friend is at the other one." "What do you mean the other one?!" "This is a chain. We've got lots more of these all over the city." "More than one on 8th Ave?!?!" "Yea, there's one on 8th and the street right after Broadway. Walk up. Your friend is probably there." "Thanks." lol So then I walk up...and Amanda's like freaking out, "Omg I thought you died...blah blah blah!" Good times...lol. So then Amanda orders a 10 oz. mango daquiri and I'm like...nooooooooooo way. I can't drink all of that....I'll have a water. lol But then John left. And he left half of his beer pitcher. And Rebecca was freakin, "I can't drink all of that!" So me and my brother helped. I forgot my brother's name....it's something spanish....oh jesus...lol. Beer is grossss man. Specially cheep beer. So then we went to our play. We saw Barefoot in the Park which is one of my all time favorite movies! Amanda Peet made her broadway debut and Patrick Wilson (mr. I played Raoul in The Phantom of the Opera) was in it. It was amusing....I enjoyed it. I met Amanda Peet. She was collecting donations for the AIDS organization thing that Broadway supports....and I donated money...and she said thank you...and then I asked her for a ribbon...and she said sure....and then she gave me the ribbon...and then I said something stupid like, "You were absolutely great" I should of just said, "I have the vocabulary of a 3 year old because my heart stopped beating when I saw you up so close...this is cool" lol. I'm retarted. Right...so she gave me a ribbon. Oh fuck...where did I put that? It's prob in my pocket. Technically....Ashton Kutcher touched that ribbon. Hands that touched Ashton Kutcher touched that ribbon. I'm crazy...lol. Righto. So after the play was over...we went to see V For Vendetta. and OH. MY. GOD. It was fucking AMAZING! Omg I loved it! I probably would have gotten so much more out of it if I was less drunk and it wasn't midnight. So I'm gonna go see it again soon because it really was a stellar movie. Not only the acting, but the message itself. It was inspirational and it made me feel....like I could fix things. Don't worry....I'm not going to blow up the white house....yet. lol..just kidding man. As beautiful as fire is.....I'll leave the blowing up of things to V. So...then...we went back to the apartamenttttt and I fell asleep like THAT *snaps fingers* (I know I spelled apartment wrong...I just like saying it like that...apartaaaament. get off my back you stupid monkey.) So...I went home the next morning. Oh...some point on Thursday manda bought me a hat. And I love it. It's my special NYU hat. And it makes me look shmexy.
Um...so then the rest of the vacation was okay. I cleaned the basement con mi madre and I got payed.
I hate him. He's evil. And....*sighs*
I have class soon....I can't believe I took an hour to write all this shit. I'm still not done. There's much to be said for last night. Anyways...I love you Sadie...lol. You're pretty much the only one who reads this my little goose. :)
My arm is stinging. I deserve it. I'm retarted.
Move Along
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your...
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know ya do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along
So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your...
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
(Along), along, (along), along, (along), along
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
(Move along)
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along