In the 'humble' words of Alice Cooper...
"Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not go back at all
School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely"
So, yeah, finished up, hectically, might I add, IF that is a word, the semester last thursday. Whew, and what a week that led up to the closure! I thought for sure that my cranium was going to implode. "Can they do that?" you might ask, and in fact, I think they can. I think mine was going to.
This past weekend, I took some time off of work, and BOY was it nuts. Ok, ok, so friday wasn't so fulfilling, socially speaking, but saturday sure was- quick interjection, I HATE the eagles. They Blow- and a messy evening at that. I drank quite a bit, got a little emo on the boyfreind, puked, about six times, evenly. It was pink. I think it was from the generous portions of cherries tossed into the five whiskey sours I had kicked back that night. Or maybe it was the faintness of the tequilla shots dilluting the jager ones. Who knows, but all I know is, I just about redecorated the boyfreind's bathroom, and he was cool about it. Completely cool. He knows that it happens to the best of us, and it acutally hasnt happened since my birthday this past April. And, for the record, I am confident it won't happen for a much longer time again- or at least thats what I kept murmuring in between heaving- "I am never drinking this much AGAIN!". Perhaps false hope/confidence, but the other thing that I know is, the driking was not worth the feeling of having my sternum scooped out with a rusty spoon the next morning.
Hehe, I know you guys love me, my journals just keep getting more and more graphic! Between yeast infections (which, btw, was DEF a fabrication to get those nasty boys away from me. Factoid about Ruca: I have NEVER had a yeast in fection actually!!!) and the vomitting in this journal, you guys are going to need pepto on the regular on your computer desks before proceeding into my writings!!!
And yes, I do love you guys, too! You all ARE the bees knees, cat's meow and the coolest things since sliced bread!
Hugs'n'thugs!
"Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Well we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces
No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer
Out till fall
We might not go back at all
School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely"
So, yeah, finished up, hectically, might I add, IF that is a word, the semester last thursday. Whew, and what a week that led up to the closure! I thought for sure that my cranium was going to implode. "Can they do that?" you might ask, and in fact, I think they can. I think mine was going to.
This past weekend, I took some time off of work, and BOY was it nuts. Ok, ok, so friday wasn't so fulfilling, socially speaking, but saturday sure was- quick interjection, I HATE the eagles. They Blow- and a messy evening at that. I drank quite a bit, got a little emo on the boyfreind, puked, about six times, evenly. It was pink. I think it was from the generous portions of cherries tossed into the five whiskey sours I had kicked back that night. Or maybe it was the faintness of the tequilla shots dilluting the jager ones. Who knows, but all I know is, I just about redecorated the boyfreind's bathroom, and he was cool about it. Completely cool. He knows that it happens to the best of us, and it acutally hasnt happened since my birthday this past April. And, for the record, I am confident it won't happen for a much longer time again- or at least thats what I kept murmuring in between heaving- "I am never drinking this much AGAIN!". Perhaps false hope/confidence, but the other thing that I know is, the driking was not worth the feeling of having my sternum scooped out with a rusty spoon the next morning.
Hehe, I know you guys love me, my journals just keep getting more and more graphic! Between yeast infections (which, btw, was DEF a fabrication to get those nasty boys away from me. Factoid about Ruca: I have NEVER had a yeast in fection actually!!!) and the vomitting in this journal, you guys are going to need pepto on the regular on your computer desks before proceeding into my writings!!!
And yes, I do love you guys, too! You all ARE the bees knees, cat's meow and the coolest things since sliced bread!
Hugs'n'thugs!
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midfuckepiphany:
yes, and thank god for that. i'd be dead in this weather right now if this sucker wasn't humming
sicmonte:
oh...i got my first tatoo the other day....call me and we will hang out so I can show ya!!!