shes a drunk girl... in her drunk world????
hopefully in the morning i remember to delete this entry... keep that in mind as you read it... also keep in mind that there are 1 million and 1 things i can recommend doing that are more productive, fun, and interesting than this...
do you ever wonder why it takes so long to type when you are drunk... hello? your damn fingers are drunk too, and its not their fault they cant find the right keys... do you ever wonder why you love your friends so much? hello? because you miss them and you love hanging out with them and their friends... do you ever wonder why drama = love?... hello? drama is the best, plus if your life is more predictable than an episode of 7th heaven, you really deserve to love drama, even if you can never own it...
im done with the repetitiveness of that... today i graduated... i was bored thanks for asking how it was... i hated it... who wants to sit in a gown the same color as the "red cedar river" that you sing about... all the time!... and listen to some geek who never left the dorm talk about how much this has meant to you... hello? how the fuck would you know? id rather be some crazy girl travelling the world and finding out why boys in each country are "unique"... (yeah if you dont know yet, im super cool when im WAAAAAAAAAAASTED!)
so after graduation was the after party... and after the after party... was the hotel lobby...
riiiiight and yet you failed to read the fact that there is no good drama in my life... going to a hotel lobby=good drama kids...
really after graduation was the restaurant... there was a guy there that was choking... but not really... after his family gave him the choking maneuver (not to mention names, since we got all spazy about copyrighting it), thats right kids, at least two of them did it, we find out hes not really choking, hes just not breathing so well, as in not at all... so the ambulance is called and he starts to get better... so that drama is over...
then its back to the apt for the worst hell ever... PACKING... and i dont want to talk about it... because its one thing to live the horror, but its a whold nother thing to relive it, while drunk, and attempt to type it...
so then i came home and went out with cheechy monkey (enter link of cheech's diary if i wasnt imcompa tant of computers... here type it your own lazy self cheech-a-la.diaryland.com)...
it was fun it was great... and i love her... we went to sneakys first... which blew some big nasty hairy balls... so we went to ____.... i cant tell you what ____ is because its a secret... i dont want you stalking me there see...
so _____'s was good times... i wish i would have been drunk faster... and ditto about laura and amy... cause it would have been some goooooooooooodness... but it was still good times...
did you know at _____'s, a boy cannot go on the dancefloor unless a girl brings him? hahahha... thats the best goodness i think, but its not!!! because the dancefloor is packed jam full of girls... hello pussy alert (nasty crude not ok girl alert, me)...
so now im home and suddenly bored of this diary entry...
night...
tomm holds for me another day of apt packing :( because the check out was closed today... so ill spend 2 hrs in the car bc of it... im not happy about that...
oooo but ericas peoples are doing a bar crawl tomm... so maybe ill partake in that????