you know what? fuck it, i'll write this for myself. since i'm bored and this is time consuming.
last night, WOOO! and it's not a woo of fun as much as it is a woo of oh my god one of these days i'm going to kill myself.
i get a call at work from pork saying we're partying over at nikki baldurson's house. yes, the nikki baldurson who was in prison as an accessory to a murder. whatever, i don't even want to go down that road. anywho, needless to say i had more than a few reservations about going over there...but there was going to be beer there...and i'm pathetic, i know.
well i pack up what was left upstairs and i head over, but not before being yelled at by my mother at some length about, of all things, the messyness of my room. jeez-us.
anywho, i get there and there's 4 people i have never met before in my life, and pork and chris of course. i was welcomed warmly, mostly because of the Icehouse under my arm. so we're drinking and eventually i challenge chris to beer chugging. that's always fun, especially since i made him my bitch. i think we had a couple more beers and then set out for a walk.
we ended up over at kara's throwing rocks at her window. she was still up so she came down and chilled out with us. she has mr yoak as her english teacher, which i thought was pretty fucking cool.we eventually left, i don't remember why. oh i forgot that on the way over i pissed in the gastank of some RV. heh.
on the way back i stole a marshall flag and began waving it back and forth over my head, feeling very much like some wartime hero. i don't think anyone else shared this view of me, but it didn't stop me from feeling powerful.
we went inside where there were 2 new arrivals. one chick and these really grouchy mexican guy. he was hugging what was left of the last case of beer and would not let us have anything. i was getting pretty pissed off cuz he just went upstairs and took it with him. well we eventually found a couple of beers and the beer bong and went out into the back yard. i tried mine first, it was surprisingly easy to get down. you just have to open your throat and not fight it. chris tried his, but i had to take over halfway through. FUN!
that's about where the night takes the downward plunge. my memory startes to get fuzzy here. i know at one point i was sitting in the living room listening to anna talk about her 31 year old ex-girlfriend upstairs and chris was passed out on the couch. then i was upstairs listening to sublime with the people who weren't already passed out. the mexican left after talking with me for a while. i guess he wasn't so bad, he was just hogging the case, which is a no no.
nikki drove my car to my house to get my pot. you know how gone i am at this point if you know how i am with any of my stuff. we rolled a joint and smoked it, which i need to stop doing cuz i always throw up after i smoke and drink. well after this i'm gone. i apparently passed out on the couch and was covered in shaving cream. then someone thought setting the cream on fire would a good idea. and my hair started catching and the had to pat me out? and i slept through it!!
i woke up in a bed upstairs in the afternoon. i still had my jeans on, but my underwear was gone...yeah. someone had stolen the weed out of my backpack, and i have a pretty good idea who it probly was, they better hope they never see me again. i was utterly alone in the house and it was 2PM. i was pissed off and feeling very disoriented and i had to be at work at 3. so i hauled ass home and called work. the conversation went something like this.
"hi angie, it's jordan. i'm not coming in to work tonight." at this poitn she gets my manager shasta who proceeds to sound very pissed off into the phone. "yeah, my life is falling apart and i need to put it together. there's so much i need to do here and i don't think i can do it at work. i'm sorry"...i think she's gonna stab me in the face when i go in wednesday but oh well. the extra three hours of sleep i was able to get was worth it. nights like this is pretty much what i've been doing the past month or so, so you haven't missed much if you cared that i stopped writing.
