a time to give thanks for all the times you've been able to GET FUUUCKED UP

friday night we get to my house...didn't do anything..bored..yadda yadaa
saturday i went to the flea market with my friend jessica and got some albums..had a family birthday party for me and then went to see borat with my mom and my aunt... still. bored. as. fuck. by this time i had no hopes left that i would NOT be bored...soonn.. i wanted to go back to natchitoches/school.
sunday i told my mom i was going to my friend morgans house, but instead i went to my friend tres's house in new orleans..watched movies...and ..stuff.. har har.
monday i came home and..yeah i dont remember..
toesday my friend ben from school who lives in hammond called me and came out to lsu. we rolled and just sat around and talked with our other friend from school who lived in lsu..went home, went to some place and took family portraits.. then i went to sadies house and i dont remember..probably just got high..oooh we went to this guy zachs house and i drank a few beers..lol
wednesday i had a doctors appointment for my back...and then i hung out with sadie again and probably got high again..lol
thursday was thanksgiving..hung out with sadie....went to this fuckin alcoholics house to get some kind bud but he didnt have it so we went to lsu and got it..came home..
friday i went to visit my grandpa at some campground and then went to see ben for an hour or so on my way to my friend jenn's house in destrehan (by new orleans).... so tres was supposed to call us when he got into town from his grandmas...we go to barnes and noble to wait and i almost passed out because i was so tired...so we go in my car to take a nap...he still hasn't called. we call. he doesn't answer. we go to bourbon street. turns out 17 is not a good age for burbon(booooring..but still pretty cool).......so then we go to leave ad we get lost trying to get to tres' house! he fuckin would not answer that fucking phone and we kept sending text messages sayin we were lost but he kept ignoring our calls and shit. that fucking bastard..ugh. so we talked to him this morning and apparantly he went to some fucking party. we're like freaking out even still cos he's not answering the phone cos we need to know if he's gonna bring us back to school tomorrow. ugh. and he calls us his best friends. his ass is gonna have to kiss the fuck outta ours for a LLOONGGG time..

anyway. me and jenn went to the renaissance festival with ben today..he got us some beerrr.. i was pretty drunk.. it was fun. then we came home. and yeah..

my week...in a nutshell



this has been the most tiring week ever..lol i'm bout to pass the fuck outttt

 

I feel like a truck driver or something. I just got home. I've been running back and forth to VA Beach.

At lunch, I was going for a hike at my favorite park, then I ran into this guy I knew who was doing community service (leafblowing/mowing) for attacking a guy at advance auto, when he worked there (a customer yelled at him and tried to grab him after he wouldn't accept an opened return without a reciept)... then I ended up basically giving him an L of the diggitydank for $7 in gas money because it looked like he could use it.

Around nine or so, I was giving a friend a ride and I hit this box that was in the middle of my lane and it got stuck in my wheelwell. I turned into a subdivision and kept trying to turn and reverse to get it unstuck... then decided that I should get out and grab the damn box. I then wondered what was in it and why a box would get stuck in my wheelwell and stay there for so long... I never found out what was in that box, I never got out of the car to pull the box out, and it came out as I was leaving to take a classmate back to Hampton.

Then, around 10pm tonight... I got chased by this crazyass redneck lady who kept yelling at me, got in her truck, then kept following me and E braking behind me after I turned down a private road at my mom's workplace... she almost made me wreck by tailgating/screaming at me while I was trying to adjust the heater on the way to Hampton, then she pushed me over and I jumped a grass median on highway 17.

On the way home, I kept seeing snakes slithering and little koalas running around on the interstate. I definately need some sleep... I feel ya there.

 

Micha, Natchitoches has turned you into a monster. aaaaahah

but I still love you. :H

 

Just like Suicide!! Happy (late) birthday micha!!

 

my week was a blurr of lsd, shows, driving, smoking, turkey and .....thats about it really

 

last night was my "getting fucked up week"

we all met up at wade's house in the cabana, half departed for a beer run, the rest of us (the other half) stayed

then my friend rufus pulls out a half ounce, which, with rufus, is to be expected, it's always an expected surprise. i hadn't smoked a joint in forever, probably since before i left for wilmington, so i told rufus we should roll one, he was like "go 'head" so i rolled a hog's leg basically.

we smoked that and immediately after rufus packed a bowl. this is how rufus works. either way, i went from not smoking a joint in forever to smoking at least three (that i can remember), probably about 9-10 bowls and a bong that went around for about a minute and a half with beer instead of water

which brings me to the beer, when they came back they had 2 12 packs of yuengling and a 12 pack of red stripe. i think i drank about 5 or 6 beers, i can't remember.

i just know that me and jessica ended up trying to sleep in my small ass car at about 2:30 this morning then waking up at 7 am feeling god awful just to drive 30 minutes back home so we could sleep in a bed before we left for wilmington.

needless to say, my throat is pretty sore right now

 

Friday, I spent six hours hitting a keg hard.

 

You know, if I had Microsoft Excel on this pos, I'd make a graph...

But this week I have seen a correlation between people trying to get herb and the amount of food a person has to eat. It seems like people really want to put away some turkey, here, because my phone has been blown up ridiculously since Thanksgiving has rolled around. I might go down the road to vist somebody and by the time I get back, there have been enough messages on my phone to put together a cutie pie or a happy...

"Yo nigga george, where the zones at"

beep...

"hey mann... heh heh.... man, you're not gonna believe it, but I need some zonage"

beep...

"zone..."

bee..

"You know where an L'n'sheeitofdatdronigga is?"

blippityblip..

*ring*

"Hey man, rob is here"

*click*

*ring*

etc...

Eventually just turned the phone off this evening.

 

what do you mean meggums?

 

You're all hardcore now.

Drugs and shit. aaaahha

 

no i'm not..what

 

Oh nevermind.

 

ive been high for the past week

 

i still consider myself softcore :H

 

hardcore is the way to go
just dont go up to like meth-hardcore

 

that made me giggle.

 

lol...
and besides, im really friggin softcore these days (yup.. sober )... i rather expand my mind through events and situations and conversations and peace of mind then from the effect of psychedelics that are usually 100% uncontrollable.

 

lol well if you're talking about drugs in general, i've generally been more sober last week than i was at any point in the summer, and also as far as trying new things, i only tried mdma this week, but i was doin acid and coke over the summer..lol..thats why you confused me