friday was our hotel party. I thought everything wasn't gonna be ready in time but guess what? it fuckin was. We had more then enough for everyone. It was a lot better then we expected to it. We moved the beds out the way and sat on the carpet like hippies with our pillows, blankets and large quantities of drugs and alcohol. I met some kidd named chris who goes to the same learning center session i do. Our plan was to stay up and have a porn review but it didn't happen. We ended up passing out and i guess there were tons of ppl waiting to get in but since we passed out sleeping access was denied! Saturday I woke up at about 5:20 in the morning. I was well rested and thought that I was gonna be fine but alas! i felt like shit. We stumbled down the stairs in a zombie like daze and loaded up on danishes and other random cheap motel breakfast items. It seems as though our eyes were bigger then our stomachs because we didn't eat a bite. We took showers, attempted to clean up and i said my good-byes to my friends. Soo...i put the beds back, scraped the bible pages off the wall and had my last cigarette which tasted strikingly like smirnoff vodka...I go home waiting to get killed by my mother and to my suprise she greets me happily and asks why i'm home so soon?? weird??...yes, grounded...no. So i gather myself and try to walk as sober as i can to my room where my cat happily greets me and we both lay down for a nap...Saturday I spent the day with charisma, and sir fatness johnny, and whiteness katy. Sunday we end up buying two bottles of bacardi gold, and walk to erica's house drunk for a bonfire. We weren't so much drunk as just plain stupid. The whole time we tackle eachother and laugh. Chris asked me to punch him in the nose so i do...about 10 times. Then he tells me to give him a kiss on a cheek and i discover that he tastes like salt. Not just salt...more of a saltine kracker to be presice. It was fuckin hilarious. David and I babbled but most of it was just me and mackel making fun of my mom and angel. It was a wonderful night, and last night me and mackel listened to one the best cds ever as we took a mutual trip down memory lane. Reminising about the good ol days that we need to get back and the hotel party that's coming up again. My cat was high and he farted while me and mackel we're holding him...my god....cat farts are fucking disgusting...
AYE BITCHES, HOTEL PARTY ON FRIDAY.IF YOU PLAN ON GOING TALK TO US AT LUNCH AND BRING 5 BUCKS.