im so fucking drunk

have you ever played connections? every single time there was a connection, i started it with a king or queen. that means starting the count down at 13 or 12 and the people i play with decide how slow to count. fuck. 

plus we just smoked the second blunt for tonight. im ready to go to sleep. 

maybe play Spore for a while actually. My roommate, Josh Wikle, has tons to sweet games that I’m going to play now. This is going to be an awesome living situation. 

We are best friends. I mean, he is MY best friend. I don’t really know if I’m his. There is just things I can tell him that I can’t tell anyone else; not Kenzie, not Haley. I just trust him more. 

thank you joseph

two blunts for my house warming present. 

this is my second night in my new apartment with josh. we are both still sleeping on the floor. neither of us have been able to get our beds yet. 

im so tired and stoned. ill blog this later. 

i want to delete my tumblr.

for good. 

this is lame. 

weve been here all break.

since last friday actually. 

we came here thursday night for the meteor shower, friday night when joe bassa came, saturday, sunday, monday no one was here but my brother and i, tuesday was the night we were near death. 

wednesday night was last night. lex, wes, josh, joseph, tess, and jacob. we drank only a little bit. played poker, smoked a couple bowls, and fell asleep watching pelham123. what i saw of the movie was pretty good. 

i think the man that kills the undercover police officer in the subway, the first person to shoot anyone, i think it looks sort of like mark. yes, you. watch it. i’ve never seen you in person, so i might be a little off. 

the whole break has been blurred together. i cant tell one night from the next. josh and wes and lex have been here almost every night. i love them. 

i just cleaned my house. josh and wes left. lex is sleeping on the waterbed. i feel so much better with a clean house. i dont have to drive 3 hours to my miserable grandmas house now. it would have been a waste of gas anyways. they arent really doing anything, i was never actually invited, i would drive up alone and drive back alone, 3 hours both ways. no thanks. 

instead, logan and i are going with lex to his family’s house. he has already described 5 or 6 different casseroles. i cant wait. im anxious for him to wake up and help me decide what to wear. 

i woke up on my couch

in the living room as lex was leaving. my bed was 2 rooms away. its so comfortable. 

my best friend kenzie was at my house last night. i didnt even know it. cheryl moved to st louis last year to go to school, but she is back for thanksgiving break and came to drink with us last night. 

lex, josh, wes, nick, aaron, and were here the whole night and helped me finish 2 fifths of vanilla burnetts. we chased them with rootbeer and drank in the hottub the entire night. well, not the entire night, but what i remember of it was in the hottub. 

i hate when i dont remember things. that was the point of starting this blog, so i remember everything. 

i dont remember getting out of the hottub, really. 

when i woke up, my swim suit top was completely off and balled up inside my hoodie. that creeps me out a little bit. maybe it just came untied in my sleep?

my moms wine bottle is about 2/3 way empty. we had two fucking fifths of vodka that we finished. seriously?

my last cigarette that i was saving for my morning hangover is gone. fucking bullshit. 

my weed is still all over the table, but no one would steal that ever. we do have morals. i mean cigarettes and wine, ok. But weed? no one steals that. 

im not really sure who slept here last night. josh is taking a shower and throwing up in my bathroom right now. lex woke me up as he left, so he stayed here. i didnt even know kenzie was here last night, wes lives close by so he probably drove home drunk. aaron and nick and cheryl? no idea. haley was supposed to come last night, but never called me. sucks.

surprisingly, i dont have that much of a hangover. just weak, and for some reason my four bottom teeth hurt.

i meant to take pictures last night. oh well.  Pictures only prove you cant convince. 

what did you do last night?