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Ah, let's see.
Thursday after work, me and Jeremy went to the movies.
But when we got there, all the movies had started.
I was pissed.
So we sat in the parking lot for like, 10 minutes just laughing at stupid shit.
Then we left, rode around, went see Adam.
And it was fun.
Friday, I took off of work to go see Danielle.
It was Ryan, her boyfriend's birthday the day before.
So they had a party for him.
All kind of people were there.
They didn't all stay long though.
I drank sooooooooo much.
I killed a pint of Hot Damn, a 6 pack of Smirnoff, and I drank a shit load of Vodka and orange juice.
And I was FUCKED UP!
Tim had texted me before I left,
I was so happy to hear from him.
He hadn't made it to Arkansas yet, though.
Later on that night, he texted me again, I think.
Either that, or I texted him.
And I was drunk, so, whatever.
Then he called, and we talked for a little while.
Then he went watch a movie, I believe.
Thennnnn, later on after that, he texted me again.
And by that time, I had drank more.
I puked so much.
It was gross.
Then he called, and we talked.
Then I got off the phone with him,
And barfed again.
Then I crashed.
I didn't get the best sleep last night.
I woke up a bunch of times to barf.
Sick!
I smoked some pot.
That totally fucked me up.
That was the shittiest high ever.
Ugh.
At 7 something this morning, I called my mom to come get me.
Cause if I was going to be that sick,
I would rather be sick at my house.
So my DAD came get me.
Yeah, great huh.
No.
When I walked in the house,
I grabbed the counter and I was like, "MOM!"
And then I ran to the bathroom to barf.
It was sick.
I took a super hot bath, and I went to bed.
Woke up to eat,
Puked again,
Went to bed.
Then I had to go to work.
We were hella busy.
And I didn't feel good.
So that didn't go too well.
I called Tim while I was on break,
Cause I was bored.
And then I went clean up,
And then I came home.
And now I'm here.
Posting this stupid entry.
Tomorrow's New Year's Eve.
I think I'm going to go to Danielle's again.
Get fucked up and pop fire crackers.
Just like last year.
=)
Yep.
I'm done.
Bye.
Thursday after work, me and Jeremy went to the movies.
But when we got there, all the movies had started.
I was pissed.
So we sat in the parking lot for like, 10 minutes just laughing at stupid shit.
Then we left, rode around, went see Adam.
And it was fun.
Friday, I took off of work to go see Danielle.
It was Ryan, her boyfriend's birthday the day before.
So they had a party for him.
All kind of people were there.
They didn't all stay long though.
I drank sooooooooo much.
I killed a pint of Hot Damn, a 6 pack of Smirnoff, and I drank a shit load of Vodka and orange juice.
And I was FUCKED UP!
Tim had texted me before I left,
I was so happy to hear from him.
He hadn't made it to Arkansas yet, though.
Later on that night, he texted me again, I think.
Either that, or I texted him.
And I was drunk, so, whatever.
Then he called, and we talked for a little while.
Then he went watch a movie, I believe.
Thennnnn, later on after that, he texted me again.
And by that time, I had drank more.
I puked so much.
It was gross.
Then he called, and we talked.
Then I got off the phone with him,
And barfed again.
Then I crashed.
I didn't get the best sleep last night.
I woke up a bunch of times to barf.
Sick!
I smoked some pot.
That totally fucked me up.
That was the shittiest high ever.
Ugh.
At 7 something this morning, I called my mom to come get me.
Cause if I was going to be that sick,
I would rather be sick at my house.
So my DAD came get me.
Yeah, great huh.
No.
When I walked in the house,
I grabbed the counter and I was like, "MOM!"
And then I ran to the bathroom to barf.
It was sick.
I took a super hot bath, and I went to bed.
Woke up to eat,
Puked again,
Went to bed.
Then I had to go to work.
We were hella busy.
And I didn't feel good.
So that didn't go too well.
I called Tim while I was on break,
Cause I was bored.
And then I went clean up,
And then I came home.
And now I'm here.
Posting this stupid entry.
Tomorrow's New Year's Eve.
I think I'm going to go to Danielle's again.
Get fucked up and pop fire crackers.
Just like last year.
=)
Yep.
I'm done.
Bye.