Power Hour/This Morning
Last night was Power Hour at Jeremy Dineens. My first one....i dunno if it was good or bad. I got drunk before it started because we were all waiting around for evan to get his laptop for the music, so people just started to take shots and have beer. I was a bit confused at first because I thought it was a shot of liquor every minute...but no, only for the theme songs, so I corrected this but thats probably why I got wasted fast. Unfortunately for me, I did not know drama would be attending the party, but its ass showed up and found me right quick...SO, the heavy drinking started...and so did the smoking. Ultimately I embarrassed myself to the extreme by vomiting in the room with everyone in it after not even finishing a shot of Southern Comfort. I don't really remember what happened after that. I know I was mortified and wanted to be dead as quickly as possible. I finally met the person I "nailed" in the face at Justin's housewarming. Nice guy :o) I really don't remember anything else about the power hour except that I won best fauxhawk....to be honest I was kind of expecting to anyways because out of the people that decided to fauxhawk it, mine was a little extreme....and someone told me that I probably would win so that made me think it too, but OH DAMN, I just forgot, I left my prize in Jeremy Dineen's fridge! If you're reading this, please keep it safe for me :o) Anyhoo. Thats all I remember from the power hour.
Somehow, Evan and I got to his place and I lost it there bawling. Something about me being a sex toy...I dunno, and then I really wanted to go back and get my keys and he needed his computer, so we walked it. On the way out I fell down the stairwell flat on my face....pain. It seemed like i had walked to Australia when we finally got there. I really dunno why, but they wouldn't give me my keys even though I knew myself I was clearly blitzed and would not be driving. I just wanted to get our stuff and go back to evans to sleep...which is where some of my other things were...but jeremy got livid with me and refused, so I flopped on the couch. (btw, sorry again for the drama) Then I texted Joey Lizzle, he called me and I snuck out and walked all the way to sandy and cory's. Almost got mowed down by a celica crossing summit...i probably should have been looking while crossing the street, but i was more looking at the ground trying to choke back tears. When I got inside i fuckin' lost it again...i got worse, i remember shaking and not being able to speak clearly because I was so wasted and bawling like a fuckin i dont know what, but it was bad. So thank you so much Cory and Joey for letting me crash there and be a blubbery wreck for like half an hour. Cordia came over, gave me some vicodin, we talked, laughed, she explained why we havent been seeing eachother recently, we hugged and then she left.
Morning i went over to jeremy's to get my keys and apologize. I was greatful that he wasn't livid with me still. Then he cooked breakfast (evan and I helped) for Quentin Tarantino, Boitano, Evan, and I. Phillip Morris the Antichrist showed up and we all ate breakfast and watched slash slept through football. Now i'm here feeling like i've got baggage that I just need to check, and a lot of physical pain from fag football...at least I'm gaining muscle :o)
Wow, this was a very long winded entry.