fucking awesome.
It would be cool if you read this and commented, but it's kinda long so i understand if you don't
alright so... last night i had my friend matt and dan spicer over, jim miklaz and kyle ott IMed me and told me there was some party at jims house cause his parents are in greece or something, but just a few amount of people, we were bored so i said why not, matt, dan, and i snuck out around 12 and went to the miklazs' house. some girl named becky cunningham, and laurel something in like 8th grade were there, then some girl named jane, kyle ott, and jim. we all drank, had a good time, then went home. Me, Matt, and Dan made it home fine then watched some tv and went to bed.
Apparently around this time there was some kids that lit mail boxes on fire near south st and it caused the phone lines to go out, when laurel and becky were riding there bikes back to laurels house some body saw them apparently and called the cops thinking it was them.
now i wake up, whole day goes fine everyone goes home, then that laurel girl IMs me and is like "i'm fucked, the cops just came to my house" so she told the cops we were drinking, and mentioned my name along with everyone elses.
so now the cops come to my house and try to get information about the lighting of the mail boxes, i tell him how i was no where near south st. and had nothing to do with it, but he still told my parents how i snuck out and got drunk. i'm grounded for a while which is awesome cause i didn't even fuck up it's some stupid fucks lighting mail boxes on fire, and that laurel girl mentioning my name.
this fucking sucks, i dunno, someone comment and make me feel better
alright so... last night i had my friend matt and dan spicer over, jim miklaz and kyle ott IMed me and told me there was some party at jims house cause his parents are in greece or something, but just a few amount of people, we were bored so i said why not, matt, dan, and i snuck out around 12 and went to the miklazs' house. some girl named becky cunningham, and laurel something in like 8th grade were there, then some girl named jane, kyle ott, and jim. we all drank, had a good time, then went home. Me, Matt, and Dan made it home fine then watched some tv and went to bed.
Apparently around this time there was some kids that lit mail boxes on fire near south st and it caused the phone lines to go out, when laurel and becky were riding there bikes back to laurels house some body saw them apparently and called the cops thinking it was them.
now i wake up, whole day goes fine everyone goes home, then that laurel girl IMs me and is like "i'm fucked, the cops just came to my house" so she told the cops we were drinking, and mentioned my name along with everyone elses.
so now the cops come to my house and try to get information about the lighting of the mail boxes, i tell him how i was no where near south st. and had nothing to do with it, but he still told my parents how i snuck out and got drunk. i'm grounded for a while which is awesome cause i didn't even fuck up it's some stupid fucks lighting mail boxes on fire, and that laurel girl mentioning my name.
this fucking sucks, i dunno, someone comment and make me feel better