My kid had sex with your honor roll student.
Slept in pretty late before I rose from my slumber to give Nikki's digits a ring, ended up being lackadaisical while listening to the music featured in Metal Gear Solid 2 and conversing with her before she had to book to Red Lobster for a birthday dinner with her mother, hopefully they had a joyful experience. Afterwards I gave my comrade a call and he relayed the agenda of us driving to Hobgoblin's residence to pick up a few people and go loiter. Jeremy's sister we aptly named Hobgoblin and her girlfriend seemed saddened since there was no more room left in the Hammerhead for everyone to fit. I ended up being snugly forced into the back seat with Jeremy and this cheerleader girl who works at Beef Villa, I think her name was Adrianna(?). Fortunately I was able to see my wigger buddy Adam at Hobgoblin's homestead, for those who may have forgotten Adam is a squirrely fellow who prefers to speak in a ghetto slang, myself and a few of my close friends partied at Adam's house, and during that time I thwarted his attempts at taking advantage of Serena and Alexis and coaxing them into a threesome, I cannot stand Adam for various reasons. I found it utterly hilarious that when everyone split up into two vehicles, my comrade inadvertently ditched Adam and the other group when we screeched off down the road and to the quarry.
Weaving through the cemetery while the cheerleader randomly did a backflip for no apparent reason, it soon became painfully obvious that Rich and Jeremy had agreed on a wager, wondering which of the two could make out with the cheerleader first, thus far neither have been successful to my understanding. As we trudged further down into the canyon of the quarry, we all shot the breeze by the quarry's ocean while Rich and Jeremy fumbled with a tiny bag of hash, frantically stuffing it into a bowl and lighting it up. Passively I sort of shrugged it off, unlike my two buddies i'm just not cut out to be a stoner. Striking spontaneous poses while looking utterly keen in my Enigma shades, to my dismay suddenly Jeremy began hurling stones across the quarry's ocean when he spotted a lone mallard duck sort of floating around, desperately I called out to the duck and told it to run, luckily the duck took my advice and fled after numerous stones went flying past it's little head. Eventually we all grew tiresome of the quarry's beach and decided to make haste back to the Hammerhead. I must admit, it's entertaining speaking with a stoner when they're baked, especially when someone like Jeremy will utter a completely random comment, followed by an awkward pause before myself responding with " ..what? " Leading to laughs and good times.
Speeding away from the quarry, the group with Adam had been attempting to get a hold of us the entire time we were down in the quarry, so just when Jeremy gave Adam a ring, apparently Adam was pouting and very distraught that we ditched his group. As we eventually gathered at Hobgoblin's residence once more, everyone spent literally ten minutes just sort of standing around and asking each other where they wanted to go, I found it rather annoying when Rich whined and wailed over not having any more weed. I never could understand why Rich was so dependent on having a supply of hash, however after having known the kid for nigh three years I may have a better understanding of his motivation. Unfortunately, like myself, Rich is self-conscious, and for those who have tried smoking hash, you would know that it takes little more than bobbing your head or making a clicking noise with your tongue to make someone who's baked laugh. Rich uses hash as a source for confidence and spontaneous behavior. In a way I suppose my comrade Ian has a similar situation with alcohol, only when under the influence will he call random people on his cellular phone. I, however, will call random people on his cell out of boredom. I've yet to find an escape for my self-conscious behavior, I don't think turning to hash or alcohol is the resolution, especially when i'm hunting for employment. Considering most jobs paying good money will ask for a drug test, it isn't very wise to toke on hash days before a job interview.
As the scrawny little stoner kid Jeremy snatched a bottle of beer, zealously he directed us to Mike's house. Mike is an acquaintance of mine, months back I partied at his homestead with a few friends of mine, that was back when I was renowned for wielding the bucket for Rich whenever he had to vomit. You know you're a good guy when you don't mind holding a bucket of vomit for your sick friend sprawled out on the smelly rug-covered floor while plastered. Rich and Jeremy doing the beer bong, twice that day I resisted peer pressure and decided not to do the beer bong, i've done it once before, and considering I hadn't had much to eat except for a bowl of cereal, I decided to pass up on that offer, lest I wanted to feel ill. Everyone leaving Mike's house and bidding him goodbye whilst his mother watched people use the beer bong, you can certainly guess how giddy I was when the gathering decided to move on to the last resort of a hangout:Adam's residence. Awkwardly standing around while he ate some snacker sandwich thing, we all ended up sitting on the couches and watching some of the film Holes. It's hard to describe, but with Adam you can sense a bad vibe, it's just the aura he gives off, every situation i've ever been in with him i've felt uncomfortable. Nearly predicting where the conversation would lead, of course Rich decided to bring up the last time we all partied at his house, which led to Adam lamenting about how Lauren kneed him in the balls(awesome as hell). Shortly after, I simply waited for the topic of my thwarting Adam's attempt at a threesome, so while I rolled my eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh, finally Adam averted his gaze to me with that snide grin of his and spoke about how I "cockblocked" him. I think if we were like elderly men in wheelchairs and we randomly noticed each other, he would bring that up, however I think his little grudge is subsiding, however I still find him to be quite incorrigible.
Returning to my humble residence rather content with the events of the day and starving for sustenance, my demeanor found itself spiraling through a drastic and quite dreadful transition as I discovered during my absence one of the most important people in my life was distraught over a few false lies relayed. In all sincerity I do my very best to avoid drama, however i'll be damned if angst doesn't seem to follow me in every aspect of my life, whether it being in a current relationship with a paramour, or involving a member of my family, or even a friend. Hopefully nothing more will come of this, since I hastily corrected the false rumor. To be quite honest I never knew the occurrences in my life were worth trying to ruin, i've always seen myself as a modest type of guy, never one to brag and always trying to make the most of what I have, I cherish the bond I have with all of my friends, whether it being bonds with my close friends or the bond with that special girl lingering in my mind. I hate it when she's unhappy, the mere thought just causes a knot to tighten in my stomach, as if everything will only feel all right once she is consoled. Life is just too short to spend your days attempting to make someone's life miserable, savor the love.
Ever since Jared gave me the nickname Lil Greenhorn, due to my inexperience in smoking hash, people love to scream it when they're baked.
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.
Weaving through the cemetery while the cheerleader randomly did a backflip for no apparent reason, it soon became painfully obvious that Rich and Jeremy had agreed on a wager, wondering which of the two could make out with the cheerleader first, thus far neither have been successful to my understanding. As we trudged further down into the canyon of the quarry, we all shot the breeze by the quarry's ocean while Rich and Jeremy fumbled with a tiny bag of hash, frantically stuffing it into a bowl and lighting it up. Passively I sort of shrugged it off, unlike my two buddies i'm just not cut out to be a stoner. Striking spontaneous poses while looking utterly keen in my Enigma shades, to my dismay suddenly Jeremy began hurling stones across the quarry's ocean when he spotted a lone mallard duck sort of floating around, desperately I called out to the duck and told it to run, luckily the duck took my advice and fled after numerous stones went flying past it's little head. Eventually we all grew tiresome of the quarry's beach and decided to make haste back to the Hammerhead. I must admit, it's entertaining speaking with a stoner when they're baked, especially when someone like Jeremy will utter a completely random comment, followed by an awkward pause before myself responding with " ..what? " Leading to laughs and good times.
Speeding away from the quarry, the group with Adam had been attempting to get a hold of us the entire time we were down in the quarry, so just when Jeremy gave Adam a ring, apparently Adam was pouting and very distraught that we ditched his group. As we eventually gathered at Hobgoblin's residence once more, everyone spent literally ten minutes just sort of standing around and asking each other where they wanted to go, I found it rather annoying when Rich whined and wailed over not having any more weed. I never could understand why Rich was so dependent on having a supply of hash, however after having known the kid for nigh three years I may have a better understanding of his motivation. Unfortunately, like myself, Rich is self-conscious, and for those who have tried smoking hash, you would know that it takes little more than bobbing your head or making a clicking noise with your tongue to make someone who's baked laugh. Rich uses hash as a source for confidence and spontaneous behavior. In a way I suppose my comrade Ian has a similar situation with alcohol, only when under the influence will he call random people on his cellular phone. I, however, will call random people on his cell out of boredom. I've yet to find an escape for my self-conscious behavior, I don't think turning to hash or alcohol is the resolution, especially when i'm hunting for employment. Considering most jobs paying good money will ask for a drug test, it isn't very wise to toke on hash days before a job interview.
As the scrawny little stoner kid Jeremy snatched a bottle of beer, zealously he directed us to Mike's house. Mike is an acquaintance of mine, months back I partied at his homestead with a few friends of mine, that was back when I was renowned for wielding the bucket for Rich whenever he had to vomit. You know you're a good guy when you don't mind holding a bucket of vomit for your sick friend sprawled out on the smelly rug-covered floor while plastered. Rich and Jeremy doing the beer bong, twice that day I resisted peer pressure and decided not to do the beer bong, i've done it once before, and considering I hadn't had much to eat except for a bowl of cereal, I decided to pass up on that offer, lest I wanted to feel ill. Everyone leaving Mike's house and bidding him goodbye whilst his mother watched people use the beer bong, you can certainly guess how giddy I was when the gathering decided to move on to the last resort of a hangout:Adam's residence. Awkwardly standing around while he ate some snacker sandwich thing, we all ended up sitting on the couches and watching some of the film Holes. It's hard to describe, but with Adam you can sense a bad vibe, it's just the aura he gives off, every situation i've ever been in with him i've felt uncomfortable. Nearly predicting where the conversation would lead, of course Rich decided to bring up the last time we all partied at his house, which led to Adam lamenting about how Lauren kneed him in the balls(awesome as hell). Shortly after, I simply waited for the topic of my thwarting Adam's attempt at a threesome, so while I rolled my eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh, finally Adam averted his gaze to me with that snide grin of his and spoke about how I "cockblocked" him. I think if we were like elderly men in wheelchairs and we randomly noticed each other, he would bring that up, however I think his little grudge is subsiding, however I still find him to be quite incorrigible.
Returning to my humble residence rather content with the events of the day and starving for sustenance, my demeanor found itself spiraling through a drastic and quite dreadful transition as I discovered during my absence one of the most important people in my life was distraught over a few false lies relayed. In all sincerity I do my very best to avoid drama, however i'll be damned if angst doesn't seem to follow me in every aspect of my life, whether it being in a current relationship with a paramour, or involving a member of my family, or even a friend. Hopefully nothing more will come of this, since I hastily corrected the false rumor. To be quite honest I never knew the occurrences in my life were worth trying to ruin, i've always seen myself as a modest type of guy, never one to brag and always trying to make the most of what I have, I cherish the bond I have with all of my friends, whether it being bonds with my close friends or the bond with that special girl lingering in my mind. I hate it when she's unhappy, the mere thought just causes a knot to tighten in my stomach, as if everything will only feel all right once she is consoled. Life is just too short to spend your days attempting to make someone's life miserable, savor the love.
Ever since Jared gave me the nickname Lil Greenhorn, due to my inexperience in smoking hash, people love to scream it when they're baked.
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.