| Sep. 20th, 2004 @ 01:33 am OOOOOOHHHHHHH BOY!!!!!... MAN!... GOD!.... shiiit.... |
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Current Mood:  mellow
Current Music: grateful dead- 'truckin'
this weekend was nothin short of NASTY with a little side of UNREAL. friday, mike picked me up at like 7 to go to angela's house... we get there, we go inside, we see jon and cathleen, and we're told that we can't stay there... so there i am, sittin there with my thumb up my ass tryin to figure out where we could possibly go with the 42 beers i had in mike's trunk. then i find out that we're going to visit jen at work. we get there, and talk to jen as she proceeds to ask me and jon if we were high... AND WE WEREN'T... yet. but that doesn't count. anyway, we talk to her for a minute, then cathleen and angela spot, who other than, mr. brendan p. croak... the man, the myth, the legend.. who works part time at FYE. he tells me that we probably won't have to work the next day because of the storm coming, so i took that pretty well, other than the fact that rain would postpone the battle of the bands we were supposed to play in... but just until this coming saturday. so, after having a word or a million with brendan, we made our way to dream machine, WHERE I BEAT JON, AND A LITTLE 5 YEAR OLD BOY AT 'CRUSIN EXOTICA'!!! YES!!! I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!!!... ... uh, anyway... we went back to CVS, jen's FAVORITE PLACE IN THE WORLD! no, really... it is... and we saw, not just her, but get this! louie jelloe and matt elias too!!! oh my gosh golly darn! we all kinda got jen in trouble by just formulating into a circle right in front of her register, so we took off back to angela's where, as we sat outside, angela's sister and her cousin or something pulled up in a big ass truck driven by another legend by the name of phil holden. and as angela's sister made her way to the house, i guess she gave cathleen a dirty look or sumthin, but all of a sudden, cathleen starts to go fuckin schizo, and charge into the house to grab her purse... i was sittin there all bewildered, like i just got blinsided by a fuckin louisville slugger, wonderin what the hell was goin on. but then cathleen fuckin sped off, jon chased after her, and phil went inside to find out what the fuck had just happened... but we were gone before we could find out... we wanted no part of that soap opera bullshit. so we all went to jon's house, where cathleen almost flipped out again when we asked what happened, so thank God we had enough common sense to drop the subject. so we just chilled at jon's all night... me, jon, mike, louie, richie, cathleen, and angela. jen was supposed to come, but fish picked her up from work, and they had too many people for jon to let come over when his dad was just 2 floors up. so after we hung out for awhile, we went and smoked our second bowl, and these random kids like mike nicoll, and other kids i've seen and can't remember their names, show up. they just walk around back where we are, and are like "hey, do you mind us havin a cooler full of beer?" as they bring the fuckin thing into the back and throw it on the ground. so jon had no choice but to say yes... fuckin rats. so like 20 minutes later, i packed up all my beer, sold jon a bowl pack, and headed home.
ok, saturday... as if friday wasnt enough for you... i woke up once at 7 am, to see if i had to go to work, which i didn't, so i went back to bed. then i woke up again at like 9:30, thinkin we were gonna jam all day since the competition got postponed... turns out that it wasn't official, dave was in salem, robbie wasn't even awake, i was a bit hungover and tired as shit, tom probly hadn't woken up yet either, and i bet mike was barely awake too... ok, its official people... the gala vibes, from this point on, will NOT have morning time practices. i don't care how good robbie's pancakes are, i need my z's, man. so we end up deciding to practice at 11, so of course, i end up being an hour late because my parents made me do all sorts of random shit before i left. but it was all good. we worked on what we needed to work on. then me and steve went to visit bob and katie lynn to go and see this movie at the museum of science. that was sold out, so we went bowling, where i almost made a fuckin miraculous comeback against steve... he only ended up beatin me by 5 pins... so close, yet so far away... gah, i just had to fuck up that spare!... so, we finished there, and went to see the john schofield band with greg and geoff... that was incredible. a good hour or more of pure nastiness. then we went back to bob's place, where his roommate was havin a party, and me and steve just grabbed my beer again, and took off as these two girls mistook me for bob's OLDER brother... who woulda thought this old man beard would make me look that much older? hmm.
and today i did close to nothing but do a few chores and play alot of final fantasy VIII. then at around 6, me, steve, shawn and tom played some tackle football in the backyard, where i lost a game miserably when i was on steve's team against shawn and tom, then won a game when me an shawn fuckin annihilated steve and tom. i flipped right over the lawn table when tom was pushin me out of bounds too. fun stuff. then when steve and tom were yelling at eachother, blaming eachother for the loss, i was just like "guys! guys! don't yell at eachother! it wasn't your fault that you lost! me and shawn are just NASTY!" then a little later my dad took me back here to school. i got here, and it looked like a fuckin bomb hit my room. so i, just like 20 minutes ago, cleaned MY area of the room, so i had a path to get to my shit. so i chilled with a bunch of people on my floor, and watched as matt (aka tom hanks) went around with young holding up the "bachelor party" dvd, showin everyone how matt could do the face EXACTLY like tom hanks does on the cover... then we thought this kid right near us was hittin his girlfriend, so we were all ready to pounce on this kid and beat the fuck out of him, but no one ever came out of the room. so now, im sittin here listenin to gov't mule at 2:30 am, typin away aimlessly, and i got a class at 10:30 tomorrow, so i'm gonna go get my beauty rest. peace and love, bitches. |
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