Well, it's been a pretty damn fan
tastic time since I've last posted.Honest to dearest Jesus Christ in heaven.
Saturday- Smashed the passenger side end of my Corolla, Benway, but it's not too horrible. Just embarrassing. Would rather forget about it. The day turned around drastically, watched Vh1 80's countdowns with Ryan, and I got to spend the night with him in a strange and great place- Chris's pad. Saw Blue Velvet and Natural Born Killers, among the gratuitous stoner shows. Took two rolls.
No sleep.
Sunday- went to church, sleep deprived and bleary eyed from substance abuse, then later had the best rest and convalescence in my entire existence.
Monday- Ryan (Banini) suggested we date. I acquiesced, happily. First technical relationship in more than a year. I'm satisfied. Went thrift shopping that day also. Good haul. Two shirts, and a couple little gifts for Ryan's brother's girlfriend- Kat. Oh, and a prayer book. May come in handy.
Tuesday- celebrated Kat's birthday. It was fantastic. Absinthe is delicious. I
have found my favorite alcohol, I do believe. Drank twice as much as everyone else, to prove my fondness for it. And with a nice dose of marijuana, beyond euphoric.
I was quite happy. Quite.
Wednesday- rose early for the AP Language/Composition test for college credit. Enjoyed some Waffle House beforehand. They charge 35 cents extra to drop a square piece of American cheese on top of the hash browns. Was still delicious, though, obviously. The test.. at the least, you could call me uninspired. I drew all over the essay portion. That's 55% of the test. My teacher's going to flip shit when she discovers. Whatever. I don't need the class for art school anyways.
After school, Lupita and I randomly decided we wanted Arby's. Turns out, Wednesday is party day at Arby's. Balloons and everything. Ryan even came. He was unenthused by the decor.
Later, split from Pita and chilled with Ryan. I always wind up watching massive amounts of tv when I'm with him, but it's surprisingly pretty enjoyable. Cops and Cheaters, the culminations of American society as a whole, in its decadence and decompisition. "Ed gets his quickie."
We went on a Starbucks run, too.
Which means the recquired Goodwill stop.
Spent a while going through the records.
Some especially hilarious ones.
Ryan even bought one. Couldn't pass it up.
Thursday- more dangerous acts of teenage delinquence and appreciation of certain substances. Lupita and I spent all our classes together, enjoying each other's company and increased heart rate. Near the end of the school day, we wound up in impromptu photoshoots, drawing cracked-out sketch art, and then eventually just laying on the floor for about an hour, discussing the various trifles that life presents us with. I'm sure it was blindingly obvious to any observers we had surpassed any natural equilibrium. After school ended, we popped by Taco Bell, and listened to one Gucci Mane song at least four times. Go Ham On Em. We were enthralled by it.
"I look like money but I smell like pussy."
(Above, what drugs do to talent: mutilate and shit upon it)
Yes, good week.
Saturday- Smashed the passenger side end of my Corolla, Benway, but it's not too horrible. Just embarrassing. Would rather forget about it. The day turned around drastically, watched Vh1 80's countdowns with Ryan, and I got to spend the night with him in a strange and great place- Chris's pad. Saw Blue Velvet and Natural Born Killers, among the gratuitous stoner shows. Took two rolls.
No sleep.
Sunday- went to church, sleep deprived and bleary eyed from substance abuse, then later had the best rest and convalescence in my entire existence.Monday- Ryan (Banini) suggested we date. I acquiesced, happily. First technical relationship in more than a year. I'm satisfied. Went thrift shopping that day also. Good haul. Two shirts, and a couple little gifts for Ryan's brother's girlfriend- Kat. Oh, and a prayer book. May come in handy.
Tuesday- celebrated Kat's birthday. It was fantastic. Absinthe is delicious. I
have found my favorite alcohol, I do believe. Drank twice as much as everyone else, to prove my fondness for it. And with a nice dose of marijuana, beyond euphoric.I was quite happy. Quite.
Wednesday- rose early for the AP Language/Composition test for college credit. Enjoyed some Waffle House beforehand. They charge 35 cents extra to drop a square piece of American cheese on top of the hash browns. Was still delicious, though, obviously. The test.. at the least, you could call me uninspired. I drew all over the essay portion. That's 55% of the test. My teacher's going to flip shit when she discovers. Whatever. I don't need the class for art school anyways.
After school, Lupita and I randomly decided we wanted Arby's. Turns out, Wednesday is party day at Arby's. Balloons and everything. Ryan even came. He was unenthused by the decor.
Later, split from Pita and chilled with Ryan. I always wind up watching massive amounts of tv when I'm with him, but it's surprisingly pretty enjoyable. Cops and Cheaters, the culminations of American society as a whole, in its decadence and decompisition. "Ed gets his quickie."We went on a Starbucks run, too.
Which means the recquired Goodwill stop.
Spent a while going through the records.
Some especially hilarious ones.
Ryan even bought one. Couldn't pass it up.
Thursday- more dangerous acts of teenage delinquence and appreciation of certain substances. Lupita and I spent all our classes together, enjoying each other's company and increased heart rate. Near the end of the school day, we wound up in impromptu photoshoots, drawing cracked-out sketch art, and then eventually just laying on the floor for about an hour, discussing the various trifles that life presents us with. I'm sure it was blindingly obvious to any observers we had surpassed any natural equilibrium. After school ended, we popped by Taco Bell, and listened to one Gucci Mane song at least four times. Go Ham On Em. We were enthralled by it."I look like money but I smell like pussy."
(Above, what drugs do to talent: mutilate and shit upon it) Yes, good week.
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