You're nothing to me but baggage

Reputation Has Blunted Me

Friday, June 25, 2004

HERE COMES the 3 to the 2 to the 1, HOMEBOY TRIPPIN' COS HE KNOW I GOT THE GUN

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What was looking to be a shitty night actually ended up being quite amusing. I met up with Al and Matt after stealing a bottle of red wine from my house. We sat around and tried to figure out plans. Nothing was looking fun. Willis had disappeared so he was out of the plans. Matt and I went out for a smoke while Allison put her face on. I heard intense yelling from the bathroom: "WHERE have YOU been??". Willis called her cell phone and she gave him what-for. She must of been pretty tipsy at that point. So we headed over to the attic and I drove since I wasen't drunk at all. Willis and Matt bonded, they smoked a J together and talked about music. Good times. Allison and I wanted to make each of them t-shirts, one would have one half of a broken heart and the other would have its component. Then Allison said that she thought it might be going too far. I think she was right.

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NOW ERRYBODY IN THE CLUB GETTIN TIPSY

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The dome was okay, mostly just fat girls dancing and making sure that guys were into it. I saw a guy wearing a thong, talked to Laura for a few minutes, was entertained by a crazy British guy who said that Willis was a John Lennon. Bumped into the person I was hoping not to the second I got up the stairs. Allison thought it was all very amusing, I didn't! Oh God played and Gerry spouted dirty water like a fountain, even though I was like 4 rows back I got hit with dirty teeth water. I got to see Kathy which was fun. I also got to see Mark kiss Gerry, that was even more fun (sorry kath!!) haha. I like when Oh God plays because it's just this jumble of bodies twisting around and arms and fists flinging everywhere. Usually I don't care for them but last night I was dancing and having more fun than usual.

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Drinkin is very bad,
but yo,
I got a fake ID!
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After my slight-buzz diminished to a pre-bed hangover we started walking. The headache was catching up to me, I HAD to get home. Red wine is worse than pms on yr honeymoon. Matt was funny, so drunk and silly. He kept trying to make us do what he called a "slut cheer", it went like this: "1,2,3, sllluuuttttt!!!" it was funny, espicially since he said it everytime we were within a 50 foot radius of a skirt. I think allison was a little embarrassed. Then when I said that driving the Mc'd bridge is like parting the Red Sea he said that combined, the four of us were contemporary Moses'. I liked that. Got MacDonalds and ate a chicken that had clearly expired. It still tasted good. Will and I parked in the Penhorn parking lot and I ate it. It was fun, and all that stuff. uhm. Peas pond, Maclusky's Grove or Banook Lake?? BANOOKKKAAAKAKA lake???!!

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YELL AT THE DJ
COME ON! PUT THIS SONG ON THE REPLAY
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I had fun. Let's keep it between you and me.

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Partying aside, things have been kind of stressful lately. My Dad is really distant and i'm really worried about him. A guy owes him a lot of money and is refusing to pay. It's just a really bizarre situation. I just feel unhealthy and I don't know what is wrong with me.

I hate whining, I always feel like i've burdened someone when I say anything negative. I just have the mentality that something has to be REALLY bad before I talk to people about something. I think this is a really unhealthy way to think, I don't know why. Kind of like I feel like if one person isn't having fun than it is my fault and I feel responsible for everyone's time well-spent. I have difficulty relating to people, maybe it's because I have trouble telling people when i'm unhappy.

Either way, I wish I could offer better advise and I wish I could believe that my problems are not always so trivial.

1 Comments:

  • At 3:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    this was a great entry. keep that will guy in them. he really makes for a great story. i wish i could kiss gerry.

     

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