Couple of quick things before I get into one of the most interesting weekends I've had in quite some time. Great time with the family on thanksgiving, surprisingly. No complaints, which is quite rare for me. Grand Forks, with a few exceptions, was a fucking blast. I guess technically we bar-hopped but it really was our nights when it came to the jukebox. That was creepy to say the least. Old-school NIN blasting in Whitey's (this IS the only time I feel alive, mr. selfdestruct!) and A Perfect Circle blasting everywhere else. No complaints, lots of good drink and good discussion. And by that, I mean Jen's a ho.
Fucking christ getting stranded in the storm sucked ass! We survived by drinking crown (killing a liter in a night) and playing darts. We sent out Sam's younger brother in the middle of the blizard to get coke for us... hey, i justify this the same way I justify making my younger brother throw up. Who wants to die without a few scars?
Made it back on Tuesday and went into high gear with classes and my bands. Got stuff together and rocked it with All My Life by Foo Fighters. Then this weekend happened, starting with Friday. Angel cooked a monsterous meal for us that took like 4 hours. Goddamn that rocked. Brook showed up but fell asleep a few minutes after arriving. So Angel, Grant, and I show up to the spoke right before the cops showed up. Something about restraining orders being violated and someone called the cops. That amused us for about 20 minutes, and then they left. They came back about half an hour later when a fight between two women broke out. This place was more entertaining than anything on television that night. After all that shit, and near closing, some guy tried to start some shit at our table. Nothing came of that, so we went to the peanut-bar for the 1-2am special and ran into far too many music majors. Goddamn that was bizare, and a fight broke out THERE! Goddamn
Brook and I fight all day. We went to the band concert on campus because I had to record it, and we fought there too. Fought about everything, mostly because i wouldn't return a simple 'i love you'. it caught me off-guard, and i'm seriously debating what i want from her. I can't really say I want to marry the woman, so it almost feels like i'm wasting her time. She eventually leaves later out of anger and I go out with Angel and Grant. Lots of drinking ensued, but 100% less cop involvement happened. Did the peanut-bar thing again, and ran into far too many people I don't like. Spent the rest of the night drinking beer in my room and watching old Beavis and Butthead on dvd. Goddamn right!
i can't bring myself to do any homework today. Maybe after band practice I'll feel better about it. Maybe it's just the fact that it's laundry day.
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Fucking christ getting stranded in the storm sucked ass! We survived by drinking crown (killing a liter in a night) and playing darts. We sent out Sam's younger brother in the middle of the blizard to get coke for us... hey, i justify this the same way I justify making my younger brother throw up. Who wants to die without a few scars?
Made it back on Tuesday and went into high gear with classes and my bands. Got stuff together and rocked it with All My Life by Foo Fighters. Then this weekend happened, starting with Friday. Angel cooked a monsterous meal for us that took like 4 hours. Goddamn that rocked. Brook showed up but fell asleep a few minutes after arriving. So Angel, Grant, and I show up to the spoke right before the cops showed up. Something about restraining orders being violated and someone called the cops. That amused us for about 20 minutes, and then they left. They came back about half an hour later when a fight between two women broke out. This place was more entertaining than anything on television that night. After all that shit, and near closing, some guy tried to start some shit at our table. Nothing came of that, so we went to the peanut-bar for the 1-2am special and ran into far too many music majors. Goddamn that was bizare, and a fight broke out THERE! Goddamn
Brook and I fight all day. We went to the band concert on campus because I had to record it, and we fought there too. Fought about everything, mostly because i wouldn't return a simple 'i love you'. it caught me off-guard, and i'm seriously debating what i want from her. I can't really say I want to marry the woman, so it almost feels like i'm wasting her time. She eventually leaves later out of anger and I go out with Angel and Grant. Lots of drinking ensued, but 100% less cop involvement happened. Did the peanut-bar thing again, and ran into far too many people I don't like. Spent the rest of the night drinking beer in my room and watching old Beavis and Butthead on dvd. Goddamn right!
i can't bring myself to do any homework today. Maybe after band practice I'll feel better about it. Maybe it's just the fact that it's laundry day.
Check out my latest mix: http://s22.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1HD3ZY2FLGHVV3SRIKZ21I6TCQ
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