10-23-05
...i should know, cuz i am the KINg!
so anyways, this might be a little fucked up, but hey i don't know what they put in that stuff and neither do you ok?
so just deal man just deal ok heres the deal.
FRIDAY:
rode a mechanical bull and pulled my groin OUCH THAT HURT.
no chris that is not what you interpreted it as.
geez man i don't stoop! i got standarrrdz.
word.
so i could barely walk.
SATURDAY:
went ravining.
took pictures.
ouch.
got a call.
called.
got ready.
went over to dans and found my coat that i had left over there yesterday that i had been looking all over for.
sat around for a long time.
drank a lot of barcardi.
kinda played beer pong but was all over the place at the same time, turns are long.
sorry adam.
then everyone was there and it was allllll crazy and we had the hookah goin and i was smokin outside and
megs came outside too and we talked but i don't remember what i said but i think it was a good talk with a lot of that 'FUCK LIFE' kinda stuff goin on.
hmmm.
at some point i told her about how i do drugs a lot and i smoke weed with the guys downstairs.
but that was me telling a lie.
or was it?
maybe thats why i've been sooo 'iffy' lately.
or not.
some girl said "don't give me the 'or not' option cuz i will always take it."
like if i'm like 'hey call me back...or not.'
then shes obviously not gonna call me back.
cRAP.
then i talked to some guy about how cars and snowboarding are the shit.
then kristin was like ok i'm gonna take you home cuz you need to go home.
after a while i agreed and dan said he would pick me up tomorow so i could come get my car.
i guess thats better than what i usually do which is just drive home drunk off my ass!
HAHA.
in the car i was all like DOUCHEBAG!
and kristin was like 'shhhhh!!!!'
i need to get that under control i guess.
now i'm on a ship and my beard is growing fast and it’s blue.
there he is obsessed with drinking too much beer and being way too proud about it.
mixing in are all the people I care so much about right now.
and they are all just like ‘I know, I know’ and if everyone knows why doesn’t she just look around?
after a while I am out on a deck of a kids room/house on the boat/not on the boat whose name is Matt Blow.
he lives between me and these kids that hate us for some reason.
hes a good guy but kind of a nerd so i tell them that he is just caught in the middle and they need to lay off, but that just makes things worse.
so here are all these negative vibes going around and it seems like a huge fight is gonna break out but it never does.
so 'we' are together a lot and at one point we go back to her room and someone has stolen a bunch of her stuff.
we know right where to look and we find it scattered around in someone else’s room.
it is raining outside and windows are left open so all her stuff is soaking wet.
we start to gather it up.
then this kid comes back, he is short, pudgy and has braces with his huge gay smile.
i’m like what the fuck is going on and why have you taken all her shit man?
why would you do something like that??
he just smile his braces smile.
i say 'you fucking little shit man what the fuck!!'
fuck you!!
it is decided to just let us have it out.
the kid is rediculous, we start to wrestle or something, he has this huge smile the whole time and I can see his braces.
eventually I just start pushing him back and forth and after awhile I just look at him, his smile barely fading.
i yell the best 'fuck you man!' of my life as i punch him right in those fucking braces and he is done.
blood.
its over.
fuck you.
I gather up her things and meet her outside where she is standing under an awning because of the rain.
I run over to her and triumphantly tell her how I just kicked the shit out of the guy and got all her stuff back for her.
after I tell her all this I notice that she isn’t as happy about it as she should be and I ask her if she is alright.
She just looks at me and says ‘why are you doing all this?”
she doesn't just mean getting her stuff back, she means everything.
even though i know exactly what she means i immediately blurt out a ‘what do you mean?’
i am kinda shocked that she doesn’t believe I am this nice of a guy normally, cuz i almost am.
so she obviously knows whats going on and replies with ‘is it because you…”
we both smile and I can’t remember what happens next, but something tells me its all alright.
so theres my story, feel free to tear me apart wankers, i don't care anymore.
oh and i left my effing coat over there AGAIN.
dammit.
note: the first half of this entry is real.
the second half is mostly a dream i had, so don't take anything in here too seriously.
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