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What a fucking weekend. Apparently I have been more emotional than "a tribe of PMSing woman". HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Lets seeeee...
Birfday dinner party was on thursday. That was super. The only 2 of my friends that came on time were Joe and Pia. The rest got here 30 minutes later...which was okay because I had just gotten home and barely dressed before those two had gotten here. My silly ass had left everything to the last minute. It was super and I had a really good time. I liked sitting at a table where I was surrounded by people I loved...and my sister...who wouldn't leave the dam table. Afterwards I got some music and poetry off Joe's iPOd...we watched the history channel while it uploaded. Oh history...how interesting you are. Then he drove me to the bar where Don, Pia, Chris, Abe, and Shelly koo were waiting. This was fun. I was bought a birfday drink :)
Friday. Bar/club thing with Chris, Don, Abe, James, Nicole, Michelle, and George. WEEEEEEEEEEE! I got drizzunk! then ate "awesome fries"...then sobered up so I could drive home. We danced. I drank lots of whiskey. It was pretty good. I especially liked the pole we all danced with. We stayed til close, got pushed out by the bouncers basically and started our drive homeward. Decided a wawa trip would be good. Clark thought so too so we scooped clarks bitch ass and journeyed to wawa. Then we sat infront of his house for a wee bit and chatted. Then me and michelle came back here and chilled until her drunk ass was sober enough to drive because she's my homie and I would never let a homie drink and drive. (my homies that drink and drive are the violent assholes I'm not tryna fight with because when they drink, they beat me... =P )
Saturday. Clarks hotel party. heh. uhhhh...hmmmm...ha. Well...basically. Bitches got trashed. I was in a shitty mood so I left. Then I ate pasta, listened to music, and sobered up a bit...I went back an hour after I left. What the hell...yeah...my friends need to stop being so flighty and ridiculous and they should probably learn their limits. Maybe next time I won't be there to roll your ass over so you don't choke on your own vomit. I don't know...
Last night. Oh last night...it was my night of rest. Stopped by my grandmas for a few. Went to bala to visit Rob...but he got off right after I got there so I said fuck it and left. I was supposed to meet Joe at llanerch when he got off but he got off early, and I was watching family guy...so he came here instead. We chatted for a bit and he left 40 minutes later to write his paperrrr.
...had another dream last night...that makes every night this week.
and today. CLARKS BIRFDAY. HAPPY BIRFDAY NIGGA!
Lets seeeee...
Birfday dinner party was on thursday. That was super. The only 2 of my friends that came on time were Joe and Pia. The rest got here 30 minutes later...which was okay because I had just gotten home and barely dressed before those two had gotten here. My silly ass had left everything to the last minute. It was super and I had a really good time. I liked sitting at a table where I was surrounded by people I loved...and my sister...who wouldn't leave the dam table. Afterwards I got some music and poetry off Joe's iPOd...we watched the history channel while it uploaded. Oh history...how interesting you are. Then he drove me to the bar where Don, Pia, Chris, Abe, and Shelly koo were waiting. This was fun. I was bought a birfday drink :)
Friday. Bar/club thing with Chris, Don, Abe, James, Nicole, Michelle, and George. WEEEEEEEEEEE! I got drizzunk! then ate "awesome fries"...then sobered up so I could drive home. We danced. I drank lots of whiskey. It was pretty good. I especially liked the pole we all danced with. We stayed til close, got pushed out by the bouncers basically and started our drive homeward. Decided a wawa trip would be good. Clark thought so too so we scooped clarks bitch ass and journeyed to wawa. Then we sat infront of his house for a wee bit and chatted. Then me and michelle came back here and chilled until her drunk ass was sober enough to drive because she's my homie and I would never let a homie drink and drive. (my homies that drink and drive are the violent assholes I'm not tryna fight with because when they drink, they beat me... =P )
Saturday. Clarks hotel party. heh. uhhhh...hmmmm...ha. Well...basically. Bitches got trashed. I was in a shitty mood so I left. Then I ate pasta, listened to music, and sobered up a bit...I went back an hour after I left. What the hell...yeah...my friends need to stop being so flighty and ridiculous and they should probably learn their limits. Maybe next time I won't be there to roll your ass over so you don't choke on your own vomit. I don't know...
Last night. Oh last night...it was my night of rest. Stopped by my grandmas for a few. Went to bala to visit Rob...but he got off right after I got there so I said fuck it and left. I was supposed to meet Joe at llanerch when he got off but he got off early, and I was watching family guy...so he came here instead. We chatted for a bit and he left 40 minutes later to write his paperrrr.
...had another dream last night...that makes every night this week.
and today. CLARKS BIRFDAY. HAPPY BIRFDAY NIGGA!