natal, come home.
i'm feeling refreshed.
for a while i was pretty down, but i'm picking myself back up.
this weekend, eryn came to visit. we shopped, slept wayyy in, and made a gingerbread house, which i've been eying continuously. but the general idea of icing acting as a bonding agent is freakin' me out. friday night, we went to denny's much too sober and i was tempted to get a portabella mushroom great egg steak (egg-SCAPE). we dodged crack fiends, whores and crack fiend whores, but still managed to see eric, rob and dan.
my mum just brought up a little nugget of pot to me from downstairs. i suppose it fell out of darren's pocket in the wash. she was holding it in her palm like it was once hitler's, but then her eyes widened and she said "YA WANNA GET HIGH!? wait, would this much get us high? hmm." i convinced her to just leave it here on the computer desk so darren could sweat it out.
saturday i was kind of a flaky douchebag, and i wasn't an extra, nor did i contribute at all to chris' film project. and i still feel bad.
but saturday night was wonderful.
getting there, on the other hand, was NOT.
we got so far into the woods that it became nothing but farm territory and we saw a street sign that simply said FRED SMITH. street, road, boulevard? no.
finally found the house, almost split my pants climbing over the gears, got injured by a cactus, drank too much.
really, i didn't intend on blacking out. at all.
but there was live music, homemade baked goods, and a lot of people i haven't seen in far too long.
it was so good to see drew, and definitely paulie.
not to mention monica, and evan! alicia, too :)
i haven't entirely been attending class.
i'm waiting for this mini break for thanksgiving, although it is the most dreaded holiday.
not to mention that it's the anniversary of my grandmother's death, but in addition, one million more precious turkeys are slaughtered so that people's guts can pop pants buttons at each other from across the table.
i started writing this around six. ate veggie burgers with my mum, brought darren money at work, watched prison break, talked on the phone, and returned. and now it's piece meal. but whatever.
i got to see kara today and i'm really still very thrilled.
photo sesh, comin' your way.
redoing my portfolio, yay.
for a while i was pretty down, but i'm picking myself back up.
this weekend, eryn came to visit. we shopped, slept wayyy in, and made a gingerbread house, which i've been eying continuously. but the general idea of icing acting as a bonding agent is freakin' me out. friday night, we went to denny's much too sober and i was tempted to get a portabella mushroom great egg steak (egg-SCAPE). we dodged crack fiends, whores and crack fiend whores, but still managed to see eric, rob and dan.
my mum just brought up a little nugget of pot to me from downstairs. i suppose it fell out of darren's pocket in the wash. she was holding it in her palm like it was once hitler's, but then her eyes widened and she said "YA WANNA GET HIGH!? wait, would this much get us high? hmm." i convinced her to just leave it here on the computer desk so darren could sweat it out.
saturday i was kind of a flaky douchebag, and i wasn't an extra, nor did i contribute at all to chris' film project. and i still feel bad.
but saturday night was wonderful.
getting there, on the other hand, was NOT.
we got so far into the woods that it became nothing but farm territory and we saw a street sign that simply said FRED SMITH. street, road, boulevard? no.
finally found the house, almost split my pants climbing over the gears, got injured by a cactus, drank too much.
really, i didn't intend on blacking out. at all.
but there was live music, homemade baked goods, and a lot of people i haven't seen in far too long.
it was so good to see drew, and definitely paulie.
not to mention monica, and evan! alicia, too :)
i haven't entirely been attending class.
i'm waiting for this mini break for thanksgiving, although it is the most dreaded holiday.
not to mention that it's the anniversary of my grandmother's death, but in addition, one million more precious turkeys are slaughtered so that people's guts can pop pants buttons at each other from across the table.
i started writing this around six. ate veggie burgers with my mum, brought darren money at work, watched prison break, talked on the phone, and returned. and now it's piece meal. but whatever.
i got to see kara today and i'm really still very thrilled.
photo sesh, comin' your way.
redoing my portfolio, yay.