got really stoned last night and learned the soulja boy dance. went to maine over the weekend. so good. i love max. did too many drugs and now i'm dying. oh well. it was worth it. going back tuesday. 13 hour bus ride. he'll be waiting. i think i'm failing college and i don't care.
ive been completely slack about going to classes. well, just art history. but i have an exam for it thursday and i'm beyond fucked. oh well. i'm in the mood to get drunk alot this week. and get dumb bitches expelled =) oh yeahhhh.
right now i'm dead broke, out of gas, have weed but no pipe, and one of my best friends is mad at me because i got upset when he pants'ed me in front of my coworkers. august 28th, a.k.a college, a.k.a the start of my new life, cannot come fast enough.
every day is a new fight. the only time you're nice to me is when i'm not speaking to you. part of me is in love with you and the other part of me hates you. i can't do it anymore. i'm getting out.
i threw a party at my house for 6 nights in a row. on the last night, the cops showed up. 7 of them on my back deck trying to get in. i now am facing a summons to court for furnishing. he has become my best friend, my rock. and i have to leave him in less than a month. i am devastated.