no clever title
oh wow, last yesterday was odd..... yeah.
woke up at 9 a.m. after crashing around 5 or 6 to go hang out with an ex girl friend, things where akward and uneventfull and we just made small talk the whole time because i couldnt actually think of anything important to talk about. then i went to pauls funeral. it sucked they didnt even really talk about paul (which where i was raise is what you do at a funeral) just read a bunch of bible passages and kept talking about paul the apposile. and there where all these crying people everywhere and that just makes me more detached when confronted with that kinda senario. plus my dad kept starting to cry and having your parents cry is one of the most uncomfortable feelings on earth, especially if your not the cause of there unhappyness.
then me and my dad went and shot 40 cal. clocks and i gotta say that it is one of the easiest things to do! its actually (contrary to some peoples belief) just like playing a video game, point and shoot! i got the middle target hell of times!
then we got chinese food and i induced a psychotropic into my body while going across the bridge, picked up helen from her work, and got us a bottle of jack, and thats when shite went nuts.
so me and mark convinced this really drunk kid that my uncle dug up and desecrated some corpses, and i mean he thought it was true and then kept finding me later to talk to me about it and at that point i didnt have it in me to tell him the truth because he went with it for so long. this was followed by mark picking a fight with a kid taking a shower because we couldnt find helen and for some reason it made sense.
then i watched some drunken whore back a car, that wasnt hers, into one of my friends car, when the whore decided she could try to move the car out from behind her car (so she could leave the party) by simply releasing the e brake and (without any keys for the car mind you, so there wasnt any real way to stear) and then back down josh's drive way.
after 10 min.s of my buddies (who was passed out drunk) car alarm going off and her crying from inside the car, because she was to drunk and whorish to figure out HOW TO UNLOCK THE CAR SHE WAS IN it shut off, and eventually i went inside to tell someone she shouldnt be driving... this is where ryan lost his temper.
i came back out and now she was in her car and was backing it down the drive way at my ride! so i did what any american citizen would do, i started screaming at her and threatening her with violence if she didnt get her ass out of the car right then! because i was gonna be damned if some walking STD fucked my shite up because she was to drunk to hold her booze. i was eventually pulled off by some douche and the next thing i know she is trying to drive again... still heading at my car! so i kinda had to go off on her again... even more angry then before then i got pulled away a second time and realized that the guy that kept doing it was her designated driver and boy friend! at that point the walking herpe hit the my friends car again, now with her car! thats when i got in the boyfriends face and he got really quiet and scared and didnt know what to do because i was telling him i was gonna make him my bitch. at that point he started calling me sir and then got in the car and backed out of the spot and then started calling us names as he drove away very quickly.
after that i just kinda hung out until i sobered up and then depression started to kick in and i got all depressed and it was stupid and i started thinking about paul and then shite just kinda got akward for me at josh's so i left, came home and watched matillda (with danny davito) because it was on and i like that movie. and had my mom bitch at me for an hour AT 6:30 A.M. about how fucked up it was that i wouldnt help her with a garage sale and bitch and bitch and bitch.
i dunno it was a crazy night but i still feel really empty right now and i hate having feelings and hate your god
woke up at 9 a.m. after crashing around 5 or 6 to go hang out with an ex girl friend, things where akward and uneventfull and we just made small talk the whole time because i couldnt actually think of anything important to talk about. then i went to pauls funeral. it sucked they didnt even really talk about paul (which where i was raise is what you do at a funeral) just read a bunch of bible passages and kept talking about paul the apposile. and there where all these crying people everywhere and that just makes me more detached when confronted with that kinda senario. plus my dad kept starting to cry and having your parents cry is one of the most uncomfortable feelings on earth, especially if your not the cause of there unhappyness.
then me and my dad went and shot 40 cal. clocks and i gotta say that it is one of the easiest things to do! its actually (contrary to some peoples belief) just like playing a video game, point and shoot! i got the middle target hell of times!
then we got chinese food and i induced a psychotropic into my body while going across the bridge, picked up helen from her work, and got us a bottle of jack, and thats when shite went nuts.
so me and mark convinced this really drunk kid that my uncle dug up and desecrated some corpses, and i mean he thought it was true and then kept finding me later to talk to me about it and at that point i didnt have it in me to tell him the truth because he went with it for so long. this was followed by mark picking a fight with a kid taking a shower because we couldnt find helen and for some reason it made sense.
then i watched some drunken whore back a car, that wasnt hers, into one of my friends car, when the whore decided she could try to move the car out from behind her car (so she could leave the party) by simply releasing the e brake and (without any keys for the car mind you, so there wasnt any real way to stear) and then back down josh's drive way.
after 10 min.s of my buddies (who was passed out drunk) car alarm going off and her crying from inside the car, because she was to drunk and whorish to figure out HOW TO UNLOCK THE CAR SHE WAS IN it shut off, and eventually i went inside to tell someone she shouldnt be driving... this is where ryan lost his temper.
i came back out and now she was in her car and was backing it down the drive way at my ride! so i did what any american citizen would do, i started screaming at her and threatening her with violence if she didnt get her ass out of the car right then! because i was gonna be damned if some walking STD fucked my shite up because she was to drunk to hold her booze. i was eventually pulled off by some douche and the next thing i know she is trying to drive again... still heading at my car! so i kinda had to go off on her again... even more angry then before then i got pulled away a second time and realized that the guy that kept doing it was her designated driver and boy friend! at that point the walking herpe hit the my friends car again, now with her car! thats when i got in the boyfriends face and he got really quiet and scared and didnt know what to do because i was telling him i was gonna make him my bitch. at that point he started calling me sir and then got in the car and backed out of the spot and then started calling us names as he drove away very quickly.
after that i just kinda hung out until i sobered up and then depression started to kick in and i got all depressed and it was stupid and i started thinking about paul and then shite just kinda got akward for me at josh's so i left, came home and watched matillda (with danny davito) because it was on and i like that movie. and had my mom bitch at me for an hour AT 6:30 A.M. about how fucked up it was that i wouldnt help her with a garage sale and bitch and bitch and bitch.
i dunno it was a crazy night but i still feel really empty right now and i hate having feelings and hate your god