ants=death.
this weekend was um, interesting. friday was nothing all that special. thought we were gonna do something, we dont do it, no surprise. end up at steak and shake for 4 hours and get my palm read by a transsexual crossdresser. he works at friendly's and i hope to visit him sometime. i got to catch up with nick olko and his friend mark, which was enjoyable. but yeah then on saturday we didnt go to the beach, we went in the pool and stuff after a food run. cool. then saturday night bianca and i have a choice, pauls?or hanging out with that one kid she likes, gabe. we end up doing what she wants and hang out with gabe and his friend. we chill, graffitti, and whatever else. then we go to see a train or take pictures or something, i dont even know. and its pitch black outside, i step in a pile of ants and boom. there almost goes my life. i end up getting bitten my 20. all over my feet and two on my hands. and we have to go to the hospital, quick. we go and i have to call my dad obviously because im not 18. i call him and he comes to the hospital, i already feel myself swelling up and im freaking the fuck out because everytime i have a really bad allergic reaction to ants, it gets worse and there more of a chance of me to die. cool. so im waiting and the nurses finally take me to get an IV put in my arm or whatever, it hurts and sucks dick because i hate needles. my dad shows up, gives them his consent to give me drugs or whatever and then they inject benadryll, morphine, and steroids to make it go away. by then my face is swollen up like a balloon and i have hives everywhere you cold possibly imagine. so im still freaking out on the inside and i think my dad was kind of wasted, but thats aside form the point. the drugs make me hallucinate and hear voices and have coversations with myself. i tell him i was picking oranges when this happened because i dont want to be in trouble for being out with two guys and bianca at 1 in the morning. DEFINITELY STUPID. definitely should not have lied but did anyways. and now im grounded, no sleepovers for a month, have to saty home for a week or 2 and 50 hours of work at the moms studio. cool. all of that punishment for something that was even worth doing, great.