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So I apologize for the previous entry.
What an ass I am.
Good lord.
Among like, 3 of us, we polished off the rest of the Mohawk vodsky. Good God.
I don't recall all that happened last night. I remember that we watched a zombie movie, I took pictures in the bathroom, and I messaged/IMmed some people on AIM.
I'm such a bastard; I got choked up this morning, since this is going to be the last time for drunken weekends with Pete for a long time. Sure there's the end of next month for a few days in Philly and the BME BBQ, but after that? wow.
I did mention that I got my conches pierced yesterday, and they are awesome. Still sore. By far the worst piercing I've gotten to date. My septum was equivalent to pricking my finger with a needle compared to this.
I feel like watching "Team America" again. I'm a tard.
Miss Steps' band is playing Jamestowne Fest on the 17th. This makes Nicole fucking happy.
Damien, I love ya bud. I know you didn't mean anything by what you did, just kind of - I don't know - retarded to do so? I guess? I'm not mad, just upset. There is a difference.
Noah, I'm sorry that you had a shitty few nights. That is really fucking lame that you got some of the band equipment stolen from you. Want me to find out the band's name and kill their faces hard?! I will! Take care, and I hope you had a good trip otherwise.
And now, for pictures!
Basia. He's ready for the winter to come back. Silly dog.
This is what I consumed most of the night. Hawaiian punch, mohawk vodka, and 7-up. mmm hmm. I also had Red Bull/vodka/7-up, which is fucking good, but I forgot to get a picture of it.
Jess, aka Crunkmaster J. She was a fucking rockstar last night. She made ramen noodles and two batches of brownies with sprinkles. Instead of vegetable oil (since she thought we didn't have anymore), she substituted it with vodka. Talk about classy.
Malena. She was nice 'n' toasty by the time her and Chris got here. And no, they didn't arrive on a motorcycle. That's the beauty of her attire.
Pete, ala Jimmy Neutron hair. Or maybe Kramer hair?
"eeee! I'm awkward!"
Pete doodled on my arm with Sharpies. It's sooooo pretty. It has convinced me to get a sleeve :)
Posing, and my god am I ever drunk.
and again...
and again.
The morning after: Jess watching the tele
The morning after: Sleepy Pete
The morning after: Sleepy Pete again
Brawr! I'm gonna eat yo brains!
He's zombified! I'm happy! My mission is complete.
I'm going to miss Pete. *sad face*
What an ass I am.
Good lord.
Among like, 3 of us, we polished off the rest of the Mohawk vodsky. Good God.
I don't recall all that happened last night. I remember that we watched a zombie movie, I took pictures in the bathroom, and I messaged/IMmed some people on AIM.
I'm such a bastard; I got choked up this morning, since this is going to be the last time for drunken weekends with Pete for a long time. Sure there's the end of next month for a few days in Philly and the BME BBQ, but after that? wow.
I did mention that I got my conches pierced yesterday, and they are awesome. Still sore. By far the worst piercing I've gotten to date. My septum was equivalent to pricking my finger with a needle compared to this.
I feel like watching "Team America" again. I'm a tard.
Miss Steps' band is playing Jamestowne Fest on the 17th. This makes Nicole fucking happy.
Damien, I love ya bud. I know you didn't mean anything by what you did, just kind of - I don't know - retarded to do so? I guess? I'm not mad, just upset. There is a difference.
Noah, I'm sorry that you had a shitty few nights. That is really fucking lame that you got some of the band equipment stolen from you. Want me to find out the band's name and kill their faces hard?! I will! Take care, and I hope you had a good trip otherwise.
And now, for pictures!
Basia. He's ready for the winter to come back. Silly dog.
This is what I consumed most of the night. Hawaiian punch, mohawk vodka, and 7-up. mmm hmm. I also had Red Bull/vodka/7-up, which is fucking good, but I forgot to get a picture of it.
Jess, aka Crunkmaster J. She was a fucking rockstar last night. She made ramen noodles and two batches of brownies with sprinkles. Instead of vegetable oil (since she thought we didn't have anymore), she substituted it with vodka. Talk about classy.
Malena. She was nice 'n' toasty by the time her and Chris got here. And no, they didn't arrive on a motorcycle. That's the beauty of her attire.
Pete, ala Jimmy Neutron hair. Or maybe Kramer hair?
"eeee! I'm awkward!"
Pete doodled on my arm with Sharpies. It's sooooo pretty. It has convinced me to get a sleeve :)
Posing, and my god am I ever drunk.
and again...
and again.
The morning after: Jess watching the tele
The morning after: Sleepy Pete
The morning after: Sleepy Pete again
Brawr! I'm gonna eat yo brains!
He's zombified! I'm happy! My mission is complete.
I'm going to miss Pete. *sad face*