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This is strange. I am very much alone in the house at this point in time and I feel absolutely no need to rest or fuel my body in any way shape or form. I have just spent the day with a horde of my eldest brother's friends and we sat around and talked all day long... I'm not joking when I say all day long. It was by exact calculation 14h of non-stop conversating/eating/joking around. It was all in all a good waste of time.
I decided to partake in a solid 9 beers over the course of two and a half hours two days ago and came out of it barely buzzed. I then had a single shot of whiskey and was throwing up all over my new leather shoes within another ten minutes. I have done nothing of value to anyone and am living my life as a virtual parasite; spending my days eating other people's food, drinking their alcohol, sleeping in their livingroom, and not paying a cent a rent. I feel like a piece of freeloading crap. I feel as if I should be doing something with my time, like working, or going to school. I miss Megan. A lot. I miss Alicia. A lot (You so crazy Alicia). And I miss Garry, the Bobbsey's and Philly a whole hell of a lot. I haven't heard from anyone from theatre and am having withdrawls. I know that I miss Mike, and soon I will be missing Jenny and Ally as well. It is all fun and games until you lose contact with all the ones you love.
I am looking forward to sitting down and writing some more of my story. Two words: Zombie infestation. It should be good to get the creative juices going since I feel as if my mind is rotting within my already diminishing brain. I want to have talks about politics with Bryce, just so he can correct everything I say and mind-force me into following his brain waves. I want to sit in a tree fort and have in depth conversations about nothing. I want to drink too much coffee, barely afford the bill, and complain about not having a job. I short I want my friends like none other.
I'll leave on that note and head to bed. Hopefully I'll wake up and realize that soon enough I'll be in the company of those who have always treated me well; the ones that backed me up when I was done and helped form the Holy Trinity. Tune in next time on the same bat-time, same bat-channel.
I decided to partake in a solid 9 beers over the course of two and a half hours two days ago and came out of it barely buzzed. I then had a single shot of whiskey and was throwing up all over my new leather shoes within another ten minutes. I have done nothing of value to anyone and am living my life as a virtual parasite; spending my days eating other people's food, drinking their alcohol, sleeping in their livingroom, and not paying a cent a rent. I feel like a piece of freeloading crap. I feel as if I should be doing something with my time, like working, or going to school. I miss Megan. A lot. I miss Alicia. A lot (You so crazy Alicia). And I miss Garry, the Bobbsey's and Philly a whole hell of a lot. I haven't heard from anyone from theatre and am having withdrawls. I know that I miss Mike, and soon I will be missing Jenny and Ally as well. It is all fun and games until you lose contact with all the ones you love.
I am looking forward to sitting down and writing some more of my story. Two words: Zombie infestation. It should be good to get the creative juices going since I feel as if my mind is rotting within my already diminishing brain. I want to have talks about politics with Bryce, just so he can correct everything I say and mind-force me into following his brain waves. I want to sit in a tree fort and have in depth conversations about nothing. I want to drink too much coffee, barely afford the bill, and complain about not having a job. I short I want my friends like none other.
I'll leave on that note and head to bed. Hopefully I'll wake up and realize that soon enough I'll be in the company of those who have always treated me well; the ones that backed me up when I was done and helped form the Holy Trinity. Tune in next time on the same bat-time, same bat-channel.