thank you friends, the last few weeks have been telling
i thought i was doing better
but this fad is too figured out
hope dances in the night
but like a lit candle, it only dies down
you are cryptic but most literal,
with an unrivaled need to hide
behind the words you see justified
it might be perfect,
but just not now
i'm a flavor that loves to be held
[this started as another private entry, but this time i don't care.]
so this weekend was fun, it was very eventful.
friday night was a continuation of the longest month of my life. since i got home from canada, i've had an uncanny tolerance for alcohol. i've never been one to drink 103928 beers and continue the night. but friday, it seemed that i could finally go out and have some fun. started with mr. grondin and his friend at charlie kang's. went down to beal street, and eventually came back home to wait for everyone else BECAUSE THIS SUMBITCH IS NOT 21 YET. so i was waiting and amy called and jlabs was at her place. i met a few cool people and we chilled for awhile. then we went down durand to another party, where more cool people were met and the madness ensued. after the most ridiculous beer pong episode...not even game, but EPISODE, ajay and i lost and brian and i went to QD for more beer. so i bought some cheddar fries while brian bought some bud light. as soon as i leave QD, WHAM! cops shine the light in my eyes and ask me what i'm doing. "I just came in to buy some ched fries" and they let me go! so that was fun, except we think they followed us down gunson so i split into the neighborhood like a cloaked phantom in the night. after some beer pong (mono e mono) and a some more one on one chat with brian until 5am, we decided we needed to hang a polish decorative towel in the kitchen using thumb tacks and some sort of blunt hammer object which is actually probably one of warshay's kitchen utensils. w/e
so then saturday, i slept till 2 and then blah blah blah until amy's party :)
that was a fuckin riot. marshall, smurf, michelle, andy beneker, jlabs, and alex walker (plus some newly made friends) all came from out of town. we admittedly got out of hand with the karaoke and flippy cup, and our gords were later found in the neighbor's bushes... anyways, eventually the cops came and i saw him at the front door and booked it. me, andy, and his friend sydney all decided to take the high road and hurdle some fences to get away. once we were far away we realized that sydney needed immediate medical attention to her leg due to poor hurdling skills :( haha so we walked to 600, where i offered the quick remedy of castillo gold in the open wound, but she opted for the first aid kit instead. w/e
then the night got foggy when andy and sydney left and people started showing up at 600. things were said, things were done, and the three musketeers all had fun. anyways.... my streak of staying up till 5am is coming to a close and to be honest, i don't care if anyone reads this. ever. it just felt good to sit down and type to whatever. my conscience? my friends? my stalkers???? haha, but these last few weeks of solitude have left me with a new appreciation of friends, a new understanding of....things, and a better relationship with myself. hmmm, now again i am contemplating privatizing this entry. oh well, if anyone has anything to say about it, just fuckin do it. don't think about it, just say whatever is on your mind and make sure they are your own words. that's all i ask.
oh! and i've said it years before and i'll say it again, blink182 is the shit and i am so diggin their first few albums right now. screw you haters, pop punk lives and you knows it.
but this fad is too figured out
hope dances in the night
but like a lit candle, it only dies down
you are cryptic but most literal,
with an unrivaled need to hide
behind the words you see justified
it might be perfect,
but just not now
i'm a flavor that loves to be held
[this started as another private entry, but this time i don't care.]
so this weekend was fun, it was very eventful.
friday night was a continuation of the longest month of my life. since i got home from canada, i've had an uncanny tolerance for alcohol. i've never been one to drink 103928 beers and continue the night. but friday, it seemed that i could finally go out and have some fun. started with mr. grondin and his friend at charlie kang's. went down to beal street, and eventually came back home to wait for everyone else BECAUSE THIS SUMBITCH IS NOT 21 YET. so i was waiting and amy called and jlabs was at her place. i met a few cool people and we chilled for awhile. then we went down durand to another party, where more cool people were met and the madness ensued. after the most ridiculous beer pong episode...not even game, but EPISODE, ajay and i lost and brian and i went to QD for more beer. so i bought some cheddar fries while brian bought some bud light. as soon as i leave QD, WHAM! cops shine the light in my eyes and ask me what i'm doing. "I just came in to buy some ched fries" and they let me go! so that was fun, except we think they followed us down gunson so i split into the neighborhood like a cloaked phantom in the night. after some beer pong (mono e mono) and a some more one on one chat with brian until 5am, we decided we needed to hang a polish decorative towel in the kitchen using thumb tacks and some sort of blunt hammer object which is actually probably one of warshay's kitchen utensils. w/e
so then saturday, i slept till 2 and then blah blah blah until amy's party :)
that was a fuckin riot. marshall, smurf, michelle, andy beneker, jlabs, and alex walker (plus some newly made friends) all came from out of town. we admittedly got out of hand with the karaoke and flippy cup, and our gords were later found in the neighbor's bushes... anyways, eventually the cops came and i saw him at the front door and booked it. me, andy, and his friend sydney all decided to take the high road and hurdle some fences to get away. once we were far away we realized that sydney needed immediate medical attention to her leg due to poor hurdling skills :( haha so we walked to 600, where i offered the quick remedy of castillo gold in the open wound, but she opted for the first aid kit instead. w/e
then the night got foggy when andy and sydney left and people started showing up at 600. things were said, things were done, and the three musketeers all had fun. anyways.... my streak of staying up till 5am is coming to a close and to be honest, i don't care if anyone reads this. ever. it just felt good to sit down and type to whatever. my conscience? my friends? my stalkers???? haha, but these last few weeks of solitude have left me with a new appreciation of friends, a new understanding of....things, and a better relationship with myself. hmmm, now again i am contemplating privatizing this entry. oh well, if anyone has anything to say about it, just fuckin do it. don't think about it, just say whatever is on your mind and make sure they are your own words. that's all i ask.
oh! and i've said it years before and i'll say it again, blink182 is the shit and i am so diggin their first few albums right now. screw you haters, pop punk lives and you knows it.