zgrat

so what happens when you have a shot of jack then an irish car bomb and then some more liquor that i can't quite remember right now then go on a bike ride with a bunch of friends to the local bar? well first you have a lot of fun. then you drink some more. then you (not surprisingly) eat it on the way back home now i got a big bruise and scab on my knee and somehow i got a cut on my throat that looks like someone tried to slit it why do all the cuts i have make it seem like i lead a much more dangerous life than i actually do? anyway, i'm ok. my knee is a sore but thats it. i'm gonna end this journal on a happy not so: ZOMG! hawaii in three weeks!