no fear!
so.
i've been drinking a lot of sobe's 'no fear' lately, yeilding four prominent results.
one: i need to pee a lot.
two: my energy actually goes down, which i think is a malfunction in my body because the intent of the drink is exactly the opposite...
three: i twitch.
four: i can't stop farting. it's getting to the point that i fart more than i breathe.
other than that...nothing.
well, okay. some things.
i went to senior ball with omar. we ended up getting there an hour late and leaving an hour early, which was all good, because we were the sexiest damn people there, & the afterparty was better anyway. the music was bad & repetitive. we snuck onto the balcony & smoked cigarettes because we're rebels, at which point he suggested that we leave. hence, we rounded up the crew (because i do, indeed, have a crew) & all got drunk off of white russians & screwdrivers at omar's.
yeah, a shady apartment complex, six or seven piss drunk teenagers, and two a.m. ...it's a wonder the cops weren't called on our loud motherfucking asses. i think i also broke the bumper off an old green minivan, & dragged said bumper about twenty feet away from said minivan, before everyone realized what i was up to. i justify this by saying that the damn thing was coming off anyway...i just assisted the erosion process.
that was about a week ago, i think.
at this point i'd like to strongly advocate screwdrivers to anyone who can't stand the taste of vodka: the orange juice completely masks the taste, so you don't think you're getting drunk at all...this just makes you drink more, until all of a sudden it all hits you at once...then you chug some more, just because all you taste is o.j. & you're damn thirsty anyway...you'll be off you ass, i guarantee it.
fast forward to today: this morning was the SAT...
i didn't give much of a shit. then again, i didn't give much of a shit on the PSAT either, & i got 2150 out of 2400. maybe the magic will happen again. who the hell knows...who the hell cares? SAT's are easy & overrated, but i find that many don't agree. oh, well. we can't all have skyscraper i.q.'s, now can we?
hah...i'm such a bastard.
i've been drinking a lot of sobe's 'no fear' lately, yeilding four prominent results.
one: i need to pee a lot.
two: my energy actually goes down, which i think is a malfunction in my body because the intent of the drink is exactly the opposite...
three: i twitch.
four: i can't stop farting. it's getting to the point that i fart more than i breathe.
other than that...nothing.
well, okay. some things.
i went to senior ball with omar. we ended up getting there an hour late and leaving an hour early, which was all good, because we were the sexiest damn people there, & the afterparty was better anyway. the music was bad & repetitive. we snuck onto the balcony & smoked cigarettes because we're rebels, at which point he suggested that we leave. hence, we rounded up the crew (because i do, indeed, have a crew) & all got drunk off of white russians & screwdrivers at omar's.
yeah, a shady apartment complex, six or seven piss drunk teenagers, and two a.m. ...it's a wonder the cops weren't called on our loud motherfucking asses. i think i also broke the bumper off an old green minivan, & dragged said bumper about twenty feet away from said minivan, before everyone realized what i was up to. i justify this by saying that the damn thing was coming off anyway...i just assisted the erosion process.
that was about a week ago, i think.
at this point i'd like to strongly advocate screwdrivers to anyone who can't stand the taste of vodka: the orange juice completely masks the taste, so you don't think you're getting drunk at all...this just makes you drink more, until all of a sudden it all hits you at once...then you chug some more, just because all you taste is o.j. & you're damn thirsty anyway...you'll be off you ass, i guarantee it.
fast forward to today: this morning was the SAT...
i didn't give much of a shit. then again, i didn't give much of a shit on the PSAT either, & i got 2150 out of 2400. maybe the magic will happen again. who the hell knows...who the hell cares? SAT's are easy & overrated, but i find that many don't agree. oh, well. we can't all have skyscraper i.q.'s, now can we?
hah...i'm such a bastard.