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After all the difficulty, stress, work, and amphetamines that I went through this last semester just to keep myself going to class, I completely destroyed my classes. I made better grades then I have made in a semester in the last 7 or so years. Three As and one B, and As in all my more difficult classes. The only problem is that I now wish I had actually tried in Spanish, because then I could have had a 4.0. Oh well.
Now I'm ready to give my brain a rest for the summer.
This next week should be quite rad; Laura, Lindsay, Steve, and Carson all get back in town this week. The only problem is that I have to attend my sister's graduation Saturday morning. I don't care except for the fact that I think Laura's going away party is Friday night, which means that I get to wake up early, drive to Alpharetta, and sit through numerous hours of graduation while (presumably) hung over as fuck. Ah well.
Finally saw Kill Bill II. It was fucking awesome.
Also, we all damn near died last night. It was Brett, Catie's boyfriend's birthday, so we all trucked out to his friend's apartment for the party. Unfortunately, Ronnie's ex and her new boyfriend were there, and Paul took it upon himself to call Ronnie's ex a whore, then a cunt, and so on. Even more unfortunately, her new boyfriend was right behind Paul when he said those things. And though he is a fucking idiot, I would have had to jump in on Paul's side if shit started, as would most of our friends who were present, and it would have quickly turned into a brawl. This would be bad not only because we would have gotten our asses beat (those kids are all into Tae Kwon Do, and the only fighting any of us has mastered is drunkenly slugging it out), but because this was the first time that we had met Brett's friends
and it would have been bad for a feud to ensue between Catie's friends and Brett's friends.
Needless to say, we got the fuck out of there with the quickness. Luckily, I had anticipated something like that happening (although not on that scale) and so had stayed sober enough to drive to Megan's, which was about a mile away, in case we needed to escape.
Someday I'm going to have to get even with Paul for all the times he has gotten me in trouble.
Oh yeah, and Tak was there last night. I haven't seen him in about a year. Tak is a badass.
Samuri movies are the new black. The Mars Volta is the new Pink Floyd.
Now I'm ready to give my brain a rest for the summer.
This next week should be quite rad; Laura, Lindsay, Steve, and Carson all get back in town this week. The only problem is that I have to attend my sister's graduation Saturday morning. I don't care except for the fact that I think Laura's going away party is Friday night, which means that I get to wake up early, drive to Alpharetta, and sit through numerous hours of graduation while (presumably) hung over as fuck. Ah well.
Finally saw Kill Bill II. It was fucking awesome.
Also, we all damn near died last night. It was Brett, Catie's boyfriend's birthday, so we all trucked out to his friend's apartment for the party. Unfortunately, Ronnie's ex and her new boyfriend were there, and Paul took it upon himself to call Ronnie's ex a whore, then a cunt, and so on. Even more unfortunately, her new boyfriend was right behind Paul when he said those things. And though he is a fucking idiot, I would have had to jump in on Paul's side if shit started, as would most of our friends who were present, and it would have quickly turned into a brawl. This would be bad not only because we would have gotten our asses beat (those kids are all into Tae Kwon Do, and the only fighting any of us has mastered is drunkenly slugging it out), but because this was the first time that we had met Brett's friends
and it would have been bad for a feud to ensue between Catie's friends and Brett's friends.
Needless to say, we got the fuck out of there with the quickness. Luckily, I had anticipated something like that happening (although not on that scale) and so had stayed sober enough to drive to Megan's, which was about a mile away, in case we needed to escape.
Someday I'm going to have to get even with Paul for all the times he has gotten me in trouble.
Oh yeah, and Tak was there last night. I haven't seen him in about a year. Tak is a badass.
Samuri movies are the new black. The Mars Volta is the new Pink Floyd.