eat, drink and be merry... for tomarrow we shall die
well everyone, i have an announcement to make...
...mariana and i had sex. it happened in a sort of blur right before i left for michigan. after the party on the last night i was in miami i somehow wound up at her doorstep and... i was pretty drunk. im not really sure what happened but i do remember the eight spent condoms in the toilet the next morning. oh, and the morning fuck.
there i said it. you see mariana? you see what fucking happens? you do this to me and now i have to broadcast all our personal business on some fucking online journal. everyone knows now. this is what you get for not letting me have partial custody of the kids you filthy, pre-nup breaking, conniving cunt!
...anyways...
i got kind of buzzed today at this music festival party by stealing beers and chugging them in the bathroom. i know what your all thinking but when you have no real alcohol available to you for several weeks you dont have a lot of options and you get pretty desperate. but i did learn how to open a bottle of beer with a staple remover. thats deep combat survival tactics my friends... at least for the swiss army (every swiss army combat knife comes standard with a corkskrew for opening wine on the battlefield--i learned this when i went to switzerland a few summers ago). those crafty swiss think of everything dont they? after that i watched armageddon followed by channel surfing between nip/tuck, chappelles show, sex and the city. i was watching all of these naughty shows with kids in the room ages two through five and ten but when your drinking, that doesnt really matter because you dont really give a shit. [note to self: never have children]
and that wraps up my night.
...except for the part where my dad asked me to drive home because he had had a few too many and me having to say i was too 'tired' to drive. but we all got home safely and everything turned out just fine and dandy which leads me to the moral of my story: excessive drinking has absolutely no negative consequences at all.
so i was riding back to my apartment in the car and i came to thinking about how different my life turned out to be from what i thought it was going to be. i have realized that i have become the very thing that i despised and feared when i was in middle school and my earliest year of high school. i drink... a lot, i smoke... albeit not as much as some of my emoistic, masochistic companions, still much more than i should. i also smoke reefer more often than not and although ive only tried heavier drugs once i am planning on probably doing more in the future. its all escapeism anyways, i think im trying to escape this person that ive turned into by doing heavier and deadlier things (cue rufus) but by doing these things im just turning more into this person. its a vicious cycle.
the truth of the matter is that i honestly dont feel like im living MY life. ive grown up feeling nerdy and awkward and left out and all of a sudden im hanging out with people that SOULD be much cooler than me and should never associate themselves with the likes of yours truly. its like im living some cooler person's life and in a little while, after some revalation or enlightenment, i should turn back into my old geeky self. its like a perpetual out-of-body experience. i guess thats really why i do all the things that i do. because this all feels like a fucking dream. im sure some of you might be able to relate and most would just dismiss this whole rant as some stereotypical adolescent dillusion. but i really think its more. but its the strangest thing because it doesnt fucking matter to me... because i feel like im living a dream. crazy.
ive never really talked about this in full detail before but i assure you, its been going on in my life, or whomever's life this is, for quite a while.
but in the penultimate of upmost hypocracy, i hate it when people do exactly what im doing right now on their livejournals. so im gonna stop.
i really and truly miss all of you in miami. not to be melodramatic but it tears at my heart to be away from you all even for a few days. i love you all... except for court... he can burn in hell. hehe
peace, love, and tequila shots ;)
-Nick
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...mariana and i had sex. it happened in a sort of blur right before i left for michigan. after the party on the last night i was in miami i somehow wound up at her doorstep and... i was pretty drunk. im not really sure what happened but i do remember the eight spent condoms in the toilet the next morning. oh, and the morning fuck.
there i said it. you see mariana? you see what fucking happens? you do this to me and now i have to broadcast all our personal business on some fucking online journal. everyone knows now. this is what you get for not letting me have partial custody of the kids you filthy, pre-nup breaking, conniving cunt!
...anyways...
i got kind of buzzed today at this music festival party by stealing beers and chugging them in the bathroom. i know what your all thinking but when you have no real alcohol available to you for several weeks you dont have a lot of options and you get pretty desperate. but i did learn how to open a bottle of beer with a staple remover. thats deep combat survival tactics my friends... at least for the swiss army (every swiss army combat knife comes standard with a corkskrew for opening wine on the battlefield--i learned this when i went to switzerland a few summers ago). those crafty swiss think of everything dont they? after that i watched armageddon followed by channel surfing between nip/tuck, chappelles show, sex and the city. i was watching all of these naughty shows with kids in the room ages two through five and ten but when your drinking, that doesnt really matter because you dont really give a shit. [note to self: never have children]
and that wraps up my night.
...except for the part where my dad asked me to drive home because he had had a few too many and me having to say i was too 'tired' to drive. but we all got home safely and everything turned out just fine and dandy which leads me to the moral of my story: excessive drinking has absolutely no negative consequences at all.
so i was riding back to my apartment in the car and i came to thinking about how different my life turned out to be from what i thought it was going to be. i have realized that i have become the very thing that i despised and feared when i was in middle school and my earliest year of high school. i drink... a lot, i smoke... albeit not as much as some of my emoistic, masochistic companions, still much more than i should. i also smoke reefer more often than not and although ive only tried heavier drugs once i am planning on probably doing more in the future. its all escapeism anyways, i think im trying to escape this person that ive turned into by doing heavier and deadlier things (cue rufus) but by doing these things im just turning more into this person. its a vicious cycle.
the truth of the matter is that i honestly dont feel like im living MY life. ive grown up feeling nerdy and awkward and left out and all of a sudden im hanging out with people that SOULD be much cooler than me and should never associate themselves with the likes of yours truly. its like im living some cooler person's life and in a little while, after some revalation or enlightenment, i should turn back into my old geeky self. its like a perpetual out-of-body experience. i guess thats really why i do all the things that i do. because this all feels like a fucking dream. im sure some of you might be able to relate and most would just dismiss this whole rant as some stereotypical adolescent dillusion. but i really think its more. but its the strangest thing because it doesnt fucking matter to me... because i feel like im living a dream. crazy.
ive never really talked about this in full detail before but i assure you, its been going on in my life, or whomever's life this is, for quite a while.
but in the penultimate of upmost hypocracy, i hate it when people do exactly what im doing right now on their livejournals. so im gonna stop.
i really and truly miss all of you in miami. not to be melodramatic but it tears at my heart to be away from you all even for a few days. i love you all... except for court... he can burn in hell. hehe
peace, love, and tequila shots ;)
-Nick
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