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i love beer. i hate hang overs. i love my friends. i hate my enemies. i love having free time to just fucking party and get ridiculous. i hate being bored and unproductive. is it fucking september yet?
i'm done caring what i write in this journal. i'll name drop. i'll give you t.m.i. and if you don't like it, then don't fucking read it!
anyway. last night was a blast. i went to RJ's house to drink some beers. played some baaaad beirut. i think i lost my skill. whatever. i got hammered. it didn't hit me just how drunk i was til i got home and decided to IM people i missed (lol. sorry Michael) and then rant about stupid shit like Chris and school and all sorts of nonsense. and then it REALLY hit me how drunk i was when i had to run/stumble to my bathroom to puke for the second time. (Don't keep drinking after you puke the first time. Especially not two beruit & a few games of flipcup's worth of beer.) Whatever. I'm stupid. I'm irresponsible. But I don't care. I'm nineteen. I have a month to enjoy myself before I can't do anything anymore. Three weeks to enjoy myself before my fucking favorite person on the face of the planet moves 1000 miles away. you're damn right i'm going all out.
i'm done over analyzing people's emotions and shit. i can't even figure myself out. i just want to live and not merely exist. sounds like a fucking fantastic idea.
oh nonsensical livejournal entries. how i love thee.
i'm done caring what i write in this journal. i'll name drop. i'll give you t.m.i. and if you don't like it, then don't fucking read it!
anyway. last night was a blast. i went to RJ's house to drink some beers. played some baaaad beirut. i think i lost my skill. whatever. i got hammered. it didn't hit me just how drunk i was til i got home and decided to IM people i missed (lol. sorry Michael) and then rant about stupid shit like Chris and school and all sorts of nonsense. and then it REALLY hit me how drunk i was when i had to run/stumble to my bathroom to puke for the second time. (Don't keep drinking after you puke the first time. Especially not two beruit & a few games of flipcup's worth of beer.) Whatever. I'm stupid. I'm irresponsible. But I don't care. I'm nineteen. I have a month to enjoy myself before I can't do anything anymore. Three weeks to enjoy myself before my fucking favorite person on the face of the planet moves 1000 miles away. you're damn right i'm going all out.
i'm done over analyzing people's emotions and shit. i can't even figure myself out. i just want to live and not merely exist. sounds like a fucking fantastic idea.
oh nonsensical livejournal entries. how i love thee.