About an hour and fifty minutes ago, I opened this blog and wrote, "I have an hour and forty five minutes to do my homework, but I'll probably wait until the last ten minutes to do it, even though I know I won't finish."
Shortly after that I decided to actually do my homework, so I did, and I got it turned in, at LITERALLY the last minute.
I've noticed something though, my teacher always ends up giving me the questions about poo. I really don't care what happens to the apple once we've eaten it. I just want to know the nutritional value of the apple. I don't know.
Um... I finally got put on the schedule for work.
I'm so happy about that it's almost ridiculous. I miss work. I miss my friends. I miss everything. Even though Lo won't be there anymore and I don't know if I'm really ready to deal with that part of work. Because she was my best friend there. Fuck it, even outside of work she was one of my best friends. So I'm kind of lonely without her. 
I don't like to think about this, because it makes me cry. I haven't really thought about it too much over the last two weeks, because she's been going since the tenth. I'm going to quit talking about this now.
I know I never posted pictures of Marid Gras so I think I will now..
But first, let me tell you, Mardi Gras was literally the best and worst experience of my 21 year old life. I was talking about it with one of the girls I went with and the analogy I gave was literally the best thing to describe it, with that said the description was, "it was like a bad relationship. the good parts were better than any description could give, and the bad parts were like walking on glass threw fire not hot enough to melt the glass." Here's the pictures....
The beginning at about 11pm Sunday night.
After we got to Mardi Gras..
We found WalMart because apparently it's a fucking beacon.
But we had to have money wired to us, because we didn't have enough to get home.
So after we figured out how we were getting home we started the party..
Yes, in the WalMart parking lot...
We finally managed to find a place to park at..
Then we went to find Bourbon Street.
AND BOY WAS IT FUN.
While we were on Bourbon these people came out FLASH MOB style.
They were chanting a lot of stuff.
The only thing that really sticks to memory was,
"THROW YOUR FIVES IN THE SKY IF YOU'RE REPPIN' JESUS CHRIST."
But lets face it, no one is really "reppin' Jesus Christ" at Mardi Gras.
However, Paul the minister's son, HAD TO DANCE WITH THEM.
EVEN THOUGH HE WAS DRUNK AS FUCK.
After that we decided to find where the parades were going to be before it got dark.
THEN IT GOT DARK..
So right before the parade started we bought booze and a chaser.
I don't have any pictures of the chaser.
But by about five drinks no one needed the chaser anyway..
We met him at Mardi Gras.
His name was Phil.
We met her too.
Her name is Shannon.
There was another girl too named Gillian.
But I didn't get a picture of her.
That was Mardi Gras in picture form.
In words it's not easy... But I'll give you the vague description I give my co-workers.. We left on Sunday night, got there about 11 my time, 10 Louisiana's time, realized we didn't have money to make it home, or even out of the state of Louisiana for that matter.. We must've called eighteen different people to see if they could help us out, fortunately enough my family was great enough to bail us the fuck out of that problem.. So we decided to start partying, which is what we were there to do.. Well Paul started drinking at 10 in the morning, and kept drinking until eventually we were watching a parade, he stumbled, fell, hit his head on concrete, and then his head bounced off of the concreted onto a metal grate, the police showed up probably 45 minutes to an hour later, called EMS and then Hillary, and myself were left to find all of the others in a place we'd never been to before, drunk as fuck.. Paul almost died, and we almost didn't make it back, but it was AWESOME.
Yep.
Shortly after that I decided to actually do my homework, so I did, and I got it turned in, at LITERALLY the last minute.
I've noticed something though, my teacher always ends up giving me the questions about poo. I really don't care what happens to the apple once we've eaten it. I just want to know the nutritional value of the apple. I don't know.
Um... I finally got put on the schedule for work.
I'm so happy about that it's almost ridiculous. I miss work. I miss my friends. I miss everything. Even though Lo won't be there anymore and I don't know if I'm really ready to deal with that part of work. Because she was my best friend there. Fuck it, even outside of work she was one of my best friends. So I'm kind of lonely without her. I don't like to think about this, because it makes me cry. I haven't really thought about it too much over the last two weeks, because she's been going since the tenth. I'm going to quit talking about this now.I know I never posted pictures of Marid Gras so I think I will now..
But first, let me tell you, Mardi Gras was literally the best and worst experience of my 21 year old life. I was talking about it with one of the girls I went with and the analogy I gave was literally the best thing to describe it, with that said the description was, "it was like a bad relationship. the good parts were better than any description could give, and the bad parts were like walking on glass threw fire not hot enough to melt the glass." Here's the pictures....
The beginning at about 11pm Sunday night.
After we got to Mardi Gras..
We found WalMart because apparently it's a fucking beacon.
But we had to have money wired to us, because we didn't have enough to get home.
So after we figured out how we were getting home we started the party..
Yes, in the WalMart parking lot...
We finally managed to find a place to park at..
Then we went to find Bourbon Street.
AND BOY WAS IT FUN.
While we were on Bourbon these people came out FLASH MOB style.
They were chanting a lot of stuff.
The only thing that really sticks to memory was,
"THROW YOUR FIVES IN THE SKY IF YOU'RE REPPIN' JESUS CHRIST."
But lets face it, no one is really "reppin' Jesus Christ" at Mardi Gras.
However, Paul the minister's son, HAD TO DANCE WITH THEM.
EVEN THOUGH HE WAS DRUNK AS FUCK.
After that we decided to find where the parades were going to be before it got dark.
THEN IT GOT DARK..
So right before the parade started we bought booze and a chaser.
I don't have any pictures of the chaser.
But by about five drinks no one needed the chaser anyway..
We met him at Mardi Gras.
His name was Phil.
We met her too.
Her name is Shannon.
There was another girl too named Gillian.
But I didn't get a picture of her.
That was Mardi Gras in picture form.
In words it's not easy... But I'll give you the vague description I give my co-workers.. We left on Sunday night, got there about 11 my time, 10 Louisiana's time, realized we didn't have money to make it home, or even out of the state of Louisiana for that matter.. We must've called eighteen different people to see if they could help us out, fortunately enough my family was great enough to bail us the fuck out of that problem.. So we decided to start partying, which is what we were there to do.. Well Paul started drinking at 10 in the morning, and kept drinking until eventually we were watching a parade, he stumbled, fell, hit his head on concrete, and then his head bounced off of the concreted onto a metal grate, the police showed up probably 45 minutes to an hour later, called EMS and then Hillary, and myself were left to find all of the others in a place we'd never been to before, drunk as fuck.. Paul almost died, and we almost didn't make it back, but it was AWESOME.
Yep.