people still actually give a shit about the queen
i guess you could call this "long awaited update on cristina's life part VI:"
yesterday was so much fun. around 2 i left to go get chudi and brought him to his lifting practice. he didnt have a ride so i was a good friend. =] i went home and hung out with myself until around 6 when i got ready to go to rebeccas. i left around 7 and went to go pick up blake. on the way to johns we stopped at some store like a wawa and came to the conclusion that people are retarded because they sell cigarettes to minors. we met up with reba and mike smith at john's house and we all got in mikes "budder" car and left to go to his show. we all thought the show was in moorestown, but no, it was in morrIStown. we got on the turnpike at exit 2 and we got off at exit 10. it was kinda nuts. then we had to go on this other road for 35 exits and then we were there. when we were on the way john or brandon or brian or someone called us and let us know where exactly the show was. it was at a titty bar called "double d's." we were afraid we werent gonna get it cause were babies so afer much stressing, we gave rebecca a video camera and blake and i carried john's drum stuff. once we got in we stood in a corner while this effing rediculous death-metal-core-whatever band played and called everyone mother fuckers. they were terrible. but the 25 old men in the crowd seemed to enjoy them. when they were finally done blake rebecca and i went upstairs to watch mikes band. they were really good but it sucked cause like no one was there except these 2 old ladies who thought they were hot. we left pretty much right after they played cause they didnt go on until 1145. mike was mad cause no one was there and it was like driving 2 hours for a practice. i guess i would be too if i played, but i thought they were really good. on the way home we got off a wrong exit and we were kinda lost, so we stopped at a hotel and blake and reba ran inside to ask the retarded black security guard for directions. surpisingly he knew what he was talking about. so we got on the turnpike and were on our way. fyi: blake is the most tickelish person ever to walk the earth. =] we went back to john's to get my car and rebecca and i went back to her house. on the way rebecca got a phone call saying that mike's back left tire popped. so mike and blake had to roll back to mikes. it wasnt his night, haha we felt bad. this morning we frenched some toast and sizzled some bacon. it was amazing. rebecca is the best cook ever...hahah. now i am home wishing it wasnt raining so i could go play over in mantua/logan/wherever the hell they live haha. should i start my english paper? nahhhh.
yesterday was so much fun. around 2 i left to go get chudi and brought him to his lifting practice. he didnt have a ride so i was a good friend. =] i went home and hung out with myself until around 6 when i got ready to go to rebeccas. i left around 7 and went to go pick up blake. on the way to johns we stopped at some store like a wawa and came to the conclusion that people are retarded because they sell cigarettes to minors. we met up with reba and mike smith at john's house and we all got in mikes "budder" car and left to go to his show. we all thought the show was in moorestown, but no, it was in morrIStown. we got on the turnpike at exit 2 and we got off at exit 10. it was kinda nuts. then we had to go on this other road for 35 exits and then we were there. when we were on the way john or brandon or brian or someone called us and let us know where exactly the show was. it was at a titty bar called "double d's." we were afraid we werent gonna get it cause were babies so afer much stressing, we gave rebecca a video camera and blake and i carried john's drum stuff. once we got in we stood in a corner while this effing rediculous death-metal-core-whatever band played and called everyone mother fuckers. they were terrible. but the 25 old men in the crowd seemed to enjoy them. when they were finally done blake rebecca and i went upstairs to watch mikes band. they were really good but it sucked cause like no one was there except these 2 old ladies who thought they were hot. we left pretty much right after they played cause they didnt go on until 1145. mike was mad cause no one was there and it was like driving 2 hours for a practice. i guess i would be too if i played, but i thought they were really good. on the way home we got off a wrong exit and we were kinda lost, so we stopped at a hotel and blake and reba ran inside to ask the retarded black security guard for directions. surpisingly he knew what he was talking about. so we got on the turnpike and were on our way. fyi: blake is the most tickelish person ever to walk the earth. =] we went back to john's to get my car and rebecca and i went back to her house. on the way rebecca got a phone call saying that mike's back left tire popped. so mike and blake had to roll back to mikes. it wasnt his night, haha we felt bad. this morning we frenched some toast and sizzled some bacon. it was amazing. rebecca is the best cook ever...hahah. now i am home wishing it wasnt raining so i could go play over in mantua/logan/wherever the hell they live haha. should i start my english paper? nahhhh.