slurpee count: 5 maybe
where to start..
oh, heres a real long post about roughly two days
stuff thats been happening - another cool weekend i guess? friday i skipped school i think, or got called in, not sure which one. alls i really remember is being pissed when my friends ryan and mike woke me up on their lunch break. they didnt even fucking knock or ring the doorbell, who raised these kids? i was just laying there in my boxers, covers half on me, half stuck in between my matress and the wall, and then it sounds like an army of flip flops. yeah then came the 'wakey wakey' and a prompt shake of my legs. oh then i kicked mike, oops. it was 11:30 something, i was definately planning on sleeping until 2, bastards. i threw on some more clothes, and we stopped by 711, got some stuff, and then me and mike argued for a little bit on why he should take me back home instead of taking me to school with the two of them. sometimes i want to throw him from his own car window, promise. so i convinced him to take me back home, drank that slurpee like a pro, and took the clothes back off, fell asleep. skip ahead 9 hours... went to my friend rustys show at the barn (http://purevolume.com/madisonmi), talked to my canton friends, and then mike picked me up again from there. we ended up at emilys bonfire out in the boonies. we couldnt decide if she was on 6 or 7 mile, so we tried both. ate some of her cake, since it was her bday, and left at like 12 or something. for some reason we keep stopping by 711, its like a goddamn starbucks i guess. then he dropped me off.
saturday... was tight too. traveled to downtown plymouth with ryan and our guitars. we played at the bean for an hour, then maggie mollie sarah and mike (different mike) all met up with us. talked for a little bit, then went to coldstone, best ice cream place ever. okay, so we're sitting in line with all of our shit, and then ryans like 'dude the one girl behind the counter wants us to play'.... 'uh, score?!' we bust out the geetars, and play a tune or two. i really like free ice cream. she was sort of hitting on us when we went to get it, mag and mollie didnt look like they were all smiles about that. its okay mag ur better than she, even if she did pay 13 bucks to feed me and him :P i ate some of it then i walked to my ride, weapon in hand...
ps. I hate finals. And I definately have to throw in that I hate my family for a lot of the way things have been going in our house lately. I really hate how I'm sort of fucked on my car situation, and I don't like how I've gotten out of touch with things in my life. I was talking to Linds, I said something about a ton of negative attention focused on me from my parents. I think I'm in need of some positive attention, from anywhere. I've stopped writing lyrics lately too, I dunno why. I like how it's going to be summer soon, and I'm still keeping fingers crossed for that girl who will let me share a part of my vacation with her... Let's hope that summer flings, sun tans, the beach, starry nights, late hang out sessions, Cedar Point, memorable kisses, fun people, sweet-ass friends, cruises around with nowhere in mind, performances for special someones, shows, random phone calls from significant others, no school, movies like crazy, fake wrestling matches out on my lawn, and good times, all stay for a while.
oh, heres a real long post about roughly two days
stuff thats been happening - another cool weekend i guess? friday i skipped school i think, or got called in, not sure which one. alls i really remember is being pissed when my friends ryan and mike woke me up on their lunch break. they didnt even fucking knock or ring the doorbell, who raised these kids? i was just laying there in my boxers, covers half on me, half stuck in between my matress and the wall, and then it sounds like an army of flip flops. yeah then came the 'wakey wakey' and a prompt shake of my legs. oh then i kicked mike, oops. it was 11:30 something, i was definately planning on sleeping until 2, bastards. i threw on some more clothes, and we stopped by 711, got some stuff, and then me and mike argued for a little bit on why he should take me back home instead of taking me to school with the two of them. sometimes i want to throw him from his own car window, promise. so i convinced him to take me back home, drank that slurpee like a pro, and took the clothes back off, fell asleep. skip ahead 9 hours... went to my friend rustys show at the barn (http://purevolume.com/madisonmi), talked to my canton friends, and then mike picked me up again from there. we ended up at emilys bonfire out in the boonies. we couldnt decide if she was on 6 or 7 mile, so we tried both. ate some of her cake, since it was her bday, and left at like 12 or something. for some reason we keep stopping by 711, its like a goddamn starbucks i guess. then he dropped me off.
saturday... was tight too. traveled to downtown plymouth with ryan and our guitars. we played at the bean for an hour, then maggie mollie sarah and mike (different mike) all met up with us. talked for a little bit, then went to coldstone, best ice cream place ever. okay, so we're sitting in line with all of our shit, and then ryans like 'dude the one girl behind the counter wants us to play'.... 'uh, score?!' we bust out the geetars, and play a tune or two. i really like free ice cream. she was sort of hitting on us when we went to get it, mag and mollie didnt look like they were all smiles about that. its okay mag ur better than she, even if she did pay 13 bucks to feed me and him :P i ate some of it then i walked to my ride, weapon in hand...
ps. I hate finals. And I definately have to throw in that I hate my family for a lot of the way things have been going in our house lately. I really hate how I'm sort of fucked on my car situation, and I don't like how I've gotten out of touch with things in my life. I was talking to Linds, I said something about a ton of negative attention focused on me from my parents. I think I'm in need of some positive attention, from anywhere. I've stopped writing lyrics lately too, I dunno why. I like how it's going to be summer soon, and I'm still keeping fingers crossed for that girl who will let me share a part of my vacation with her... Let's hope that summer flings, sun tans, the beach, starry nights, late hang out sessions, Cedar Point, memorable kisses, fun people, sweet-ass friends, cruises around with nowhere in mind, performances for special someones, shows, random phone calls from significant others, no school, movies like crazy, fake wrestling matches out on my lawn, and good times, all stay for a while.