irishsteele999

Not so hung over, but still hung...I mean, um, yeah, so anyway a kickass night last night. I stopped by the cinema to exchange x-mas gifts with my roommates Ron and Suzi. I got Suzi a book called Signiture Killers about the calling cards serial killers leave, and 2 Bic lighters, because she either borrows mine or lights her cigerettes off the stove . I got Ron an orange and black pair and a red and black pair of stripped soccer socks (Ron is pretty impervious to cold and wears shorts 99% of the time and wanted cool long socks to go with them) and an Invader Zim pin. Ron gave me Johnny Cash's Love, God, Murder box set and a pack of 48 batteries for my CD player. I sliced open the tip of my finger trying to open the plastic packaging - fucking ouch!

I'm getting a good collection of presents going and it's not christmas yet. Ariana got me a set of bed sheets; green, my favorite color, and the packaging said "soft & easy"...awww, just like me . She also gave me Donnie Darko on DVD, The Smiths, Hatful Of Hollow, both by The Smith (duh), Flowers by Echo And The Bunnymen, and Beat This: The Best of the English Beat. Oh so good. I got her How Soon Is Never, a novel about a guy who tries to The Smith back together. She finished it on the planeride to California and said it was really good. I also got her Warsaw, which is pre-Joy Division Joy Division.

I went to 80s Night alone. Ariana (the GF is visiting her family in Los Angeles, and Suzi said she had a lot of gifts to wrap, but my 80s Night friends, mohawk Miles and Jimmy, and Birdgy, everyone's favorite skin, were. I walk in and they're playing Goo Goo Muck by the Cramps!!! Fuckin' A!!! . And then I see my friends from high school, Matt and Steve, both of whom hardly ever go, as Matt goes to Emerson, and well I don't what Steve's excuse is seeing how he goes to URI. They told me they were trying to get ahold of me all day, but they called my parents' house and I don't live there no more. And then I saw my friend Dave, who used to work at the cinema before he got fired. That was cool. I hate going there by myself (but I'll still go), but it's cool when my friends are there. I also drank too many Schlitt's and PBR and smoked one too many cigerettes . One highlight of the evening was hearing TV Party by Black Flag. It's always great when they play Black Flag. Anyway I went to Bickford's and I was still a little drunk and almost got lost, but I hopped on the next exit, turned around and got back on the highway, and got there safetly. It suck though cause there weren't too people I knew there. Usually Miles, Jimmy, Brad, Birdgy and a few others I kinda know are there, but there were only two of the four comic book talking skins that are usually there, and I don't them that well, I really only know them through Alison, and she's home in Long Island. I thought I was gonna get jumped though when I left, because as I was walking back to my booth from the bathroom I walked by this table full of jock/frat/musclehead types and I hear one of them say "Look at this guy" and some other weak bullshit and trying to get my attention. Maybe they wanted me to take part in their homoerotic escapades or some shit. Sorry fellas, I like girls. Either that or they were gonna beat me up . Birgy finally walked in right past them and I made sure to give a conspicuous wave. I'm glad he likes me and probably has my back if any shit goes down. He's a pretty tough individual, but a good guy as well. Anyway the jocko homos left and I ate my burger and went home to bed, a bit hungover, but none worse for the wear.

Have safe and happy holidays