Well Shit
Once again I had some inspired ass entry for my future enjoyment and this fucktard lj shit crapped out, if that makes any sense. So here I am again tonight. Let's see, made fifty bucks in tips tonight. Seems like alot to a career bum like me.
I had a test on Wednesday. I hate spelling that goddam day. On Wensday I had a test in geologia. Typing out geology in Spanish eases the pain of taking a first year rocks for jocks class. I counted up all of the questions I know I got right...and I know I got at least a 70. I blame it on the American Dagoe Frog. That damn October barf fest seriously paved the way to getting me seriously fucked up.
Sam came by and we left. ADF had since stopped wearing that damn bohemian dress. I don't know he looked like an Ewok in a dress that was a cross between St. Pauli's Girl's and the Cutty Sark girl's. So yeah we met up with Fat Evan and went to their choke dealer's house and smoked out. Evan and Sam were seriously pushing those chalk lines in front of me. It just would have obliterated me. As it was I got really ripped. Sam took me back home and we parted ways with Fat Evan...I think I can't really fucking remember. All I know is that Sam and I ended up by my car at The Bastion and...Oh wait fuck. Ok so after ADF's we went to the Bastion and Sam wanted to drive but I said I was fine and I was driving all over the road on the way to jam. The jam session was alright. There was music going on around me. I just layed there with my words in my folder. The inside of that house was fucked up. The whole thing felt like a garage. There were tires on the floor in the living room area. It was really nice and trashy. Then I drove home again with Sam. HMM. Then I think ah never mind. I woke up at 1 the next day and didn't think of my 1-2:30 class (which was the review for the test) until like 3 when I was walking back to the car with Sam and Fat Evan. Most of my sub was in the baggy b/c I wasn't sure if I was going to puke or not.
But yeah I got to thinking about ADF's party.
I had a test on Wednesday. I hate spelling that goddam day. On Wensday I had a test in geologia. Typing out geology in Spanish eases the pain of taking a first year rocks for jocks class. I counted up all of the questions I know I got right...and I know I got at least a 70. I blame it on the American Dagoe Frog. That damn October barf fest seriously paved the way to getting me seriously fucked up.
Sam came by and we left. ADF had since stopped wearing that damn bohemian dress. I don't know he looked like an Ewok in a dress that was a cross between St. Pauli's Girl's and the Cutty Sark girl's. So yeah we met up with Fat Evan and went to their choke dealer's house and smoked out. Evan and Sam were seriously pushing those chalk lines in front of me. It just would have obliterated me. As it was I got really ripped. Sam took me back home and we parted ways with Fat Evan...I think I can't really fucking remember. All I know is that Sam and I ended up by my car at The Bastion and...Oh wait fuck. Ok so after ADF's we went to the Bastion and Sam wanted to drive but I said I was fine and I was driving all over the road on the way to jam. The jam session was alright. There was music going on around me. I just layed there with my words in my folder. The inside of that house was fucked up. The whole thing felt like a garage. There were tires on the floor in the living room area. It was really nice and trashy. Then I drove home again with Sam. HMM. Then I think ah never mind. I woke up at 1 the next day and didn't think of my 1-2:30 class (which was the review for the test) until like 3 when I was walking back to the car with Sam and Fat Evan. Most of my sub was in the baggy b/c I wasn't sure if I was going to puke or not.
But yeah I got to thinking about ADF's party.