anywayyouneedme

Pictures from my Friday are uploaded. I went to the beach with Steven, Sara and Jess and we walked in the water and took pictures... then we ate and took Steven home and went to Baltimore to see Sara's brother's experimental performance... it was in this warehouse near Mika and all these hipsters were there drinking 40s and taking bong hits. It was... crucial. We picked up two 12-packs and killed them before the night was over... it was fun... Matt's "band" wore masks, it was cute. They were incredible. As soon as they finished, it turned into a dance party... and I wanted to pee myself because it was so cool. The warehouse was up three flights of incredibly sketchy stairs... three flights doesn't produce the right mental picture though. They were higher and steeper than the escalator at the Chinatown Metro Station... the one by the zoo? Anyways... I think I'm STILL hungover... or something is wrong with me because I feel sick as shit right now. I went to Six Flags yesterday for Tara's birthday. It was so cute, we went to the zoo last year. I feel like a kid with her, it's fun. But... rollercoasters = not so good after three hours of sleep and a night of drinking. I went over to my friend Brandon's house that night and ended up staying up real late with everyone even though I made an honest attempt to be anti-social and sleep when I got there. This morning I wrestled with Brandon as usual and went in to wake Bryan up and stayed in bed being lazy with him for like 4 hours. The Postman is THE LAMEST MOVIE I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. I want Chinese so badly. I love Roby so much. I can't stop sneezing. I want to sleep all day tomorrow, and I just might.

EDITED TO SAY: OH. MY. GOD. I forgot to mention the fact that Jess left her cell phone in Baltimore and I left my SUICIDE GIRLS SWEATSHIRT... The sentimental value of that sweatshirt is far greater than the value of a cell phone that can be replaced. Well, the sweatshirt can be replaced too... I want a black one. Haha.