So...I have no idea what is supposed to be written in one's blog so I think I'm just gunna write some shit.
Last night I went out with my girl to her brother's surprise b-day business. It seemed like it was gunna be a total bummer cause it was at a bowling alley...but we weren't allowed to bowl?! Yea, apparently paying a fuckton of money just means you get to hang out in the VIP room...only. So anyways...we get there and this mean Ogre is like "blah, blah, you're not 21 so you can't drink, blah." Wow awesome party, right? Well, I go back to my house and grab some shit of my own so that I can drink there (fuck you, Ogre)...ended up gettin completely trashed BTW. Absolutely hilarious..apparently I'm a dance machine, who knew? It turned out to be super fun, aside from Ogre watching me like a fucking hawk. Some kid there was super cute, so I kept giving him the "hey-I'm-cute-come-talk-to-me face"...so he did. So I left with Red Hat Kid's number and had to have the most awkward ride home EVER! This dude who's not a big fan of mine needed a ride home. so we had to sit in the back seat together...long story short, we're buds now (cause I'm awesome, which he apparently didn't know?). Oh and for the record, if you're ever drunk as fuck and it's two a.m. and you decide you want a strawberry milkshake, please don't go to McDonalds, because they're too rude to make you one. I don't get it...all of the shit to make it is still RIGHT THERE! Who cares that its 2 in the morning?
So that was my night...now I'm off to waste some time, pretending to do my homework for class tomorrow.
Later, Kid!
Last night I went out with my girl to her brother's surprise b-day business. It seemed like it was gunna be a total bummer cause it was at a bowling alley...but we weren't allowed to bowl?! Yea, apparently paying a fuckton of money just means you get to hang out in the VIP room...only. So anyways...we get there and this mean Ogre is like "blah, blah, you're not 21 so you can't drink, blah." Wow awesome party, right? Well, I go back to my house and grab some shit of my own so that I can drink there (fuck you, Ogre)...ended up gettin completely trashed BTW. Absolutely hilarious..apparently I'm a dance machine, who knew? It turned out to be super fun, aside from Ogre watching me like a fucking hawk. Some kid there was super cute, so I kept giving him the "hey-I'm-cute-come-talk-to-me face"...so he did. So I left with Red Hat Kid's number and had to have the most awkward ride home EVER! This dude who's not a big fan of mine needed a ride home. so we had to sit in the back seat together...long story short, we're buds now (cause I'm awesome, which he apparently didn't know?). Oh and for the record, if you're ever drunk as fuck and it's two a.m. and you decide you want a strawberry milkshake, please don't go to McDonalds, because they're too rude to make you one. I don't get it...all of the shit to make it is still RIGHT THERE! Who cares that its 2 in the morning?
So that was my night...now I'm off to waste some time, pretending to do my homework for class tomorrow.
Later, Kid!
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