You hold my hands down, I've been bad.
*ahem*
So.
Friday:
RJS prom was amazing. We looked effin hot, Tootie did an amazing job on my hair, lent me her salsa dress, and i had these really cute shoes. We took pictures and I met his friends, which were pretty nice (and some somewhat stupid). I danced more than I have in junior prom, senior prom, and diane's prom all put together. Me and this kid Greg became friends too.
Saturday: I meet some of the people from Prom at Seaside and played my 5 games of beer pong, though I didn't drink anything. We walked the boardwalk and I get my septum pierced by this guy Stewie who used to work with Chuck, the owner of Revolver Tattoo. I had to get it pierced twice, because the first time, we had to bend it a little to make it fit into my nose. When I flipped it back down I realized it was crooked and so he had to repierce it. It's the only piecing I've ever cried through cause of the nerves. When I walk back to my car that was parked by the meter, I realize I'm 20 mins. late, and of course, find a cute little $35 ticket on the windshield. Sweeeet.
Then friends from Colonia arrive, so I leave the beach house to go hang out with them. My friend Vinny decides to buy booty shorts (you know the gross ones that have hand prints on them that say can't touch this? and a tank top that says something about weiners on it), and puts it on. We walk around with Ham, Scotty, Mike, Phil and this girl Allison who I just met and lots of girls want to take pictures with him in his ridiculous seaside wear. I stated charging admission but no one actually paid. This one girl seriously got really pissed when he talked to them.
Girl: What the hells your name anyway?
Vinny: Phillet Mignen
Girl: Oh I get it. Fillet Mignon. Very fucking funny. Why the hell do you call yourself that.
Vinny: *lifting up his leg and stretching to everyones repulsion* JUST LOOK AT THIS PRIME CUT BEEF! I'm bringing sexy back!
Girl: Oh, you're bringing something back, but it's definitly not sexy.
She proceded to argue with him another 5 mins or so, I think she was angry because Vinny was way prettier than she was, meanwhile her other 2 friends were laughing hysterically. Then we ran into another creepy girl who was like "I JUST SHOT HEROIN THROUGH MY TOES!". She like starts being all up on him and hes like "YEAH ME TOO I DO ANGEL DUST AND PCP AND LSD..." and names all these drugs (he's edge XD) and shes like WOW YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND. It was so crazy funny.
Most people just asked us if he had lost a bet or if he was really drunk. Apparently you can't have fun unless you're intoxicated, or just want to do things for the hell of it. Some older men would just call him a faggot really loudly. Even some of the police took pictures with him.
Then, we met some DICK cops. This guy violated every right he could have.
Cop: You need to get changed.
Vinny: Oh no officer don't arrest me! Have I been bad?
Cop: Do you want to go to change? You need to get changed. I can see your junk dude, that's not cool.
Me/anyone else we're with: He's not doing anything wrong he's fully covered.
Vinny: Alright
It sucked to have to cave in to this douche bag homophobic cop, but Vinny didn't want to spend the night in jail, and we're gonna do it all again next weekend, this time in a Speedo! There was one atlantic city cop that was just on vacation and he even told us that he had no right to do that, along with 3 other cops that said the same thing.
Soon after we all split up and I met back with Greg and his friends. We're hanging out with these 3 kids, one of them who remembers when I went out with Andrew Lapunta in 9th grade XD. Theres this girl that they're with and we eventually split up. Her friends call us later because shes missing and its a whole lot of drama. Finally shes found and we go get sorta crunk and walk on the beach and it was just a good night.
Sunday:
is just crazy. Mostly terrible but crazy. I drive home from seaside and stay home contemplating all of Saturday and some drunken antics that went on. Finally later, I wind up not wanting to go out with Dara and Ben to brandon's to make smores. About an hour later Vinny calls back and we're talking about Saturday and he asks me if I want to watch Feast so I go over. Its tons of fun (especially since he seriously has this artillerary cabinet full of stuff we could use if there was ever actually a Zombie Invasion) till I decide that I simply MUST have smores from Shoprite. He only has his provisional (even though hes 20), so driving right now is illegal anyway but we did.
We run a red light, this other guy goes and hits us on the side and we go right into this concrete side rail thing. It was honestly the most scariest experience ever. Watching the car come straight at us, and the 2 impacts together just made me so sure that we were dead. But we were ok, except the seat bely forced the sternum piercing more into my skin (not as terrible as it sounds). We called 911 and the whole shabang, then we got to ride in the back of a cop car back to Vinny's, which by the way is uncomfortable because the seats are basically plastic and theres no where to put your legs. So anyone who tells you they want to do it in the back of one is mildly retarted. The cops also had this laptop which kind had this sort of chatroom sort of thing between cops so i was reading the converstations and i sort of wanted to reach up and put things like "A/S/L? LOLZ!!!11" when really it just said things like "Something park, are hoodlums shooting fireworks?". And yes, they did use the word hoodlums.
Today I feel really bruisy and icky and don't feel like moving, but I can't stay still for more then 10 minutes at a time, so there goes that idea. And to make things better, I told my mom about the accident to which she said "FIRST THE PARKING TICKET? NOW THIS!". Like I could have prevented it. No "JANINE ARE YOU OK WHAT HAPPENED", but "Well since you're alive, I'm going to rip you a new asshole! Now bend over!"
Whatever.
So lessons learned:
1. I will never have smores.
2. Don't run red lights.
3. It is possible to forget things when you're drunk.
4. Don't go against your morals.
5. What stays in Seaside doesn't really stay in Seaside at all.
I just realized none of you probably read this because its so lengthy.
Well. Have a good day.
So.
Friday:
RJS prom was amazing. We looked effin hot, Tootie did an amazing job on my hair, lent me her salsa dress, and i had these really cute shoes. We took pictures and I met his friends, which were pretty nice (and some somewhat stupid). I danced more than I have in junior prom, senior prom, and diane's prom all put together. Me and this kid Greg became friends too.
Saturday: I meet some of the people from Prom at Seaside and played my 5 games of beer pong, though I didn't drink anything. We walked the boardwalk and I get my septum pierced by this guy Stewie who used to work with Chuck, the owner of Revolver Tattoo. I had to get it pierced twice, because the first time, we had to bend it a little to make it fit into my nose. When I flipped it back down I realized it was crooked and so he had to repierce it. It's the only piecing I've ever cried through cause of the nerves. When I walk back to my car that was parked by the meter, I realize I'm 20 mins. late, and of course, find a cute little $35 ticket on the windshield. Sweeeet.
Then friends from Colonia arrive, so I leave the beach house to go hang out with them. My friend Vinny decides to buy booty shorts (you know the gross ones that have hand prints on them that say can't touch this? and a tank top that says something about weiners on it), and puts it on. We walk around with Ham, Scotty, Mike, Phil and this girl Allison who I just met and lots of girls want to take pictures with him in his ridiculous seaside wear. I stated charging admission but no one actually paid. This one girl seriously got really pissed when he talked to them.
Girl: What the hells your name anyway?
Vinny: Phillet Mignen
Girl: Oh I get it. Fillet Mignon. Very fucking funny. Why the hell do you call yourself that.
Vinny: *lifting up his leg and stretching to everyones repulsion* JUST LOOK AT THIS PRIME CUT BEEF! I'm bringing sexy back!
Girl: Oh, you're bringing something back, but it's definitly not sexy.
She proceded to argue with him another 5 mins or so, I think she was angry because Vinny was way prettier than she was, meanwhile her other 2 friends were laughing hysterically. Then we ran into another creepy girl who was like "I JUST SHOT HEROIN THROUGH MY TOES!". She like starts being all up on him and hes like "YEAH ME TOO I DO ANGEL DUST AND PCP AND LSD..." and names all these drugs (he's edge XD) and shes like WOW YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND. It was so crazy funny.
Most people just asked us if he had lost a bet or if he was really drunk. Apparently you can't have fun unless you're intoxicated, or just want to do things for the hell of it. Some older men would just call him a faggot really loudly. Even some of the police took pictures with him.
Then, we met some DICK cops. This guy violated every right he could have.
Cop: You need to get changed.
Vinny: Oh no officer don't arrest me! Have I been bad?
Cop: Do you want to go to change? You need to get changed. I can see your junk dude, that's not cool.
Me/anyone else we're with: He's not doing anything wrong he's fully covered.
Vinny: Alright
It sucked to have to cave in to this douche bag homophobic cop, but Vinny didn't want to spend the night in jail, and we're gonna do it all again next weekend, this time in a Speedo! There was one atlantic city cop that was just on vacation and he even told us that he had no right to do that, along with 3 other cops that said the same thing.
Soon after we all split up and I met back with Greg and his friends. We're hanging out with these 3 kids, one of them who remembers when I went out with Andrew Lapunta in 9th grade XD. Theres this girl that they're with and we eventually split up. Her friends call us later because shes missing and its a whole lot of drama. Finally shes found and we go get sorta crunk and walk on the beach and it was just a good night.
Sunday:
is just crazy. Mostly terrible but crazy. I drive home from seaside and stay home contemplating all of Saturday and some drunken antics that went on. Finally later, I wind up not wanting to go out with Dara and Ben to brandon's to make smores. About an hour later Vinny calls back and we're talking about Saturday and he asks me if I want to watch Feast so I go over. Its tons of fun (especially since he seriously has this artillerary cabinet full of stuff we could use if there was ever actually a Zombie Invasion) till I decide that I simply MUST have smores from Shoprite. He only has his provisional (even though hes 20), so driving right now is illegal anyway but we did.
We run a red light, this other guy goes and hits us on the side and we go right into this concrete side rail thing. It was honestly the most scariest experience ever. Watching the car come straight at us, and the 2 impacts together just made me so sure that we were dead. But we were ok, except the seat bely forced the sternum piercing more into my skin (not as terrible as it sounds). We called 911 and the whole shabang, then we got to ride in the back of a cop car back to Vinny's, which by the way is uncomfortable because the seats are basically plastic and theres no where to put your legs. So anyone who tells you they want to do it in the back of one is mildly retarted. The cops also had this laptop which kind had this sort of chatroom sort of thing between cops so i was reading the converstations and i sort of wanted to reach up and put things like "A/S/L? LOLZ!!!11" when really it just said things like "Something park, are hoodlums shooting fireworks?". And yes, they did use the word hoodlums.
Today I feel really bruisy and icky and don't feel like moving, but I can't stay still for more then 10 minutes at a time, so there goes that idea. And to make things better, I told my mom about the accident to which she said "FIRST THE PARKING TICKET? NOW THIS!". Like I could have prevented it. No "JANINE ARE YOU OK WHAT HAPPENED", but "Well since you're alive, I'm going to rip you a new asshole! Now bend over!"
Whatever.
So lessons learned:
1. I will never have smores.
2. Don't run red lights.
3. It is possible to forget things when you're drunk.
4. Don't go against your morals.
5. What stays in Seaside doesn't really stay in Seaside at all.
I just realized none of you probably read this because its so lengthy.
Well. Have a good day.