i'm not gona lie.. pretty _____ right now.
yesterday was cory dills's birthday.
we hung out with him at the H.E.D practice,
then we went to BW3's, and then went to
derrrrrsdfk russin's house. THENN we all
went back to bob's. [smoked] Came home
@ like 11ish. Then at like 12-1230 bob,
harry, andrew, aaron, cory dills, mike
jones, brooke, punk rock dave, && his
crazy friend, "Mitch" from Michigan came
over for a "drive way party". I love
those things. I came in at like 2 or something.
today me brooke buffington && david camp went to the h-town fest.
then we went to taco bell && STARBUCKS. we went back to the
fest after that. me andrew and andrew smoked [brooke && daid camp &&
ian was there too.. cigarette run]. we went baaack to the fest.
following that me andrew david camp brian chelsea abby aaron and steve
went to ROUNDxTHExCLOCK. They were being bitches there for some "random"
reason. maybe it was because of their pretzels? [<- lmao.. harry.. al.. haha..
how random of me to write that there about my pretzels.. lamo..] ANYWAYS..
then i came home at like 12 or some shit. then later at like 2-215 or so
Cory [only there for the first ten minutes], Bob, Harry, Gabe, and Andrew Dowling
came over to have a "drive way party" night II. We smoked ["we" being me andrew
gabe and harry. cory left] two boooowls. FUCK.. i can hear the birds chirping and
shit and it's annoying as shiiiit, niggguh. . . We just chilled. Then some
juggalos or some shit wanted to fight Bob [feat. andrew && gabe], so we drove
to fucking scheffield&&98th. They didn't fight, because we didn't stop there. Blaaahh..
it was funny as shit though. I kinda hope it goes down tomorrow. That way I'll hear stories
or something. i'm all about a good story. I have a fucking wedding to go to tomorrow/
today [SATURxDAY]. it suuuucks nig, mayn. ANWAYS.. we got back here, smoked a bowl, and
here i am at 439 in the morning worrying about my life journal, when i still have my shoes
on from liek 6 PM the previous night anyways. Damn, nig. I got to get some sleep.
I think that's the end of the story.
Oh yeah, my mom and her cousin came
home from the fest//a bar at like 2
30 or something. I told her we were
going to chill outside for a while,
and this was not knownig she was dru
nk yet. I should have figured though
.. becuse she wasn't driving her own
car. hahahaha. Anyways, the moral//p
oint of the story is that my mom was
fucked up when she got home. I was o
ut until about 425 && she doesn't ev
en notice.. none the les.. give a sh
it. GODDAMN IT. THIS WEDDING'S GOING
TO FUCKING BLOW MAJOR ASSHOLE TOMORR
OW. ASDFJHASKDFHSKDJFHAS
oh yeah. i got to remember
to call andrew in the morning
at ten o'clock. damn, i'm such
a good best friend and shit. [:
FUCK.
we hung out with him at the H.E.D practice,
then we went to BW3's, and then went to
derrrrrsdfk russin's house. THENN we all
went back to bob's. [smoked] Came home
@ like 11ish. Then at like 12-1230 bob,
harry, andrew, aaron, cory dills, mike
jones, brooke, punk rock dave, && his
crazy friend, "Mitch" from Michigan came
over for a "drive way party". I love
those things. I came in at like 2 or something.
today me brooke buffington && david camp went to the h-town fest.
then we went to taco bell && STARBUCKS. we went back to the
fest after that. me andrew and andrew smoked [brooke && daid camp &&
ian was there too.. cigarette run]. we went baaack to the fest.
following that me andrew david camp brian chelsea abby aaron and steve
went to ROUNDxTHExCLOCK. They were being bitches there for some "random"
reason. maybe it was because of their pretzels? [<- lmao.. harry.. al.. haha..
how random of me to write that there about my pretzels.. lamo..] ANYWAYS..
then i came home at like 12 or some shit. then later at like 2-215 or so
Cory [only there for the first ten minutes], Bob, Harry, Gabe, and Andrew Dowling
came over to have a "drive way party" night II. We smoked ["we" being me andrew
gabe and harry. cory left] two boooowls. FUCK.. i can hear the birds chirping and
shit and it's annoying as shiiiit, niggguh. . . We just chilled. Then some
juggalos or some shit wanted to fight Bob [feat. andrew && gabe], so we drove
to fucking scheffield&&98th. They didn't fight, because we didn't stop there. Blaaahh..
it was funny as shit though. I kinda hope it goes down tomorrow. That way I'll hear stories
or something. i'm all about a good story. I have a fucking wedding to go to tomorrow/
today [SATURxDAY]. it suuuucks nig, mayn. ANWAYS.. we got back here, smoked a bowl, and
here i am at 439 in the morning worrying about my life journal, when i still have my shoes
on from liek 6 PM the previous night anyways. Damn, nig. I got to get some sleep.
I think that's the end of the story.
Oh yeah, my mom and her cousin came
home from the fest//a bar at like 2
30 or something. I told her we were
going to chill outside for a while,
and this was not knownig she was dru
nk yet. I should have figured though
.. becuse she wasn't driving her own
car. hahahaha. Anyways, the moral//p
oint of the story is that my mom was
fucked up when she got home. I was o
ut until about 425 && she doesn't ev
en notice.. none the les.. give a sh
it. GODDAMN IT. THIS WEDDING'S GOING
TO FUCKING BLOW MAJOR ASSHOLE TOMORR
OW. ASDFJHASKDFHSKDJFHAS
oh yeah. i got to remember
to call andrew in the morning
at ten o'clock. damn, i'm such
a good best friend and shit. [:
FUCK.