Danielle's post knocked on my memory
Oh, about a year ago, I created a warm and loving tribute to my summer and its end.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/double_speak/13821.html
I feel obligated to make another. I don't have the time nor energy nor desire to go crazy like I did last time, though. Hmmmph..
My summer started off slowly due to a month following the pattern of a 4 hour gym class, lunch with Wyatt, 4 hour Economics with thugs writing me love letters, racing to work, getting out at 10 to go to sleep and do it over again.
But after all of that, things really got underway. My memory is rather foggy right now but the following, well I could never forget.
Breaking/cracking/destroying my tail bone. Mother fucking railing, argh! And if only I wasn't such a lush and just dropped my beer instead of trying to save it, I could have used my arms to break my fall. Lesson learned.
My incredible week of eternal drunkeness via stolen cases of beer. Hallucinating in the hot tub after devouring 25 chicken wings at 9 in the morning. Beer pong. Being drunk, HOTLANTA!
Goodbye High Life House. Hello shitty city with nowhere to see or hear anything wonderful. There were some really fantastic shows though. Off Minor, Tower of Rome [epic epic epic], Critical Mass/Index of... to name a few. Come on 34 W. Navajo, renovate that house, pronto!
Touring bands from Illinois. "Is that the girl that...?!!!?" Thanks for pointing out that it wasn't Sam, it was me, Sarah. HAHA! Jeska coming in shaking with fear. Damnit, Carl.
Renewing some very valuable friendships with people [Sam, Jeska, etc.] and beginning others that I should have done much earlier [ie: Kevin.] I love love love looooove my friends more than life itself. Every single one of you. Even you, Andy Smith.
Driving to Denver more than I probably should. $2.50 for a gallon of gas. But it's always so very worth it. Sarah I think we are going to call Extreme Makeover Home Edition to build you a bigger kitchen. I hate your cat.
So, I met this boy who drinks tequila with me, lets me wear his pants, and we stumble through the city streets. He's pretty cool, I guess. Oh!
Yvonne. We're finally safe and together. There are no words to describe the magnitude of having you back. I have already told you everything I could ever say regarding this issue. I love you, girl.
fuck this i'm hungry
http://www.livejournal.com/users/double_speak/13821.html
I feel obligated to make another. I don't have the time nor energy nor desire to go crazy like I did last time, though. Hmmmph..
My summer started off slowly due to a month following the pattern of a 4 hour gym class, lunch with Wyatt, 4 hour Economics with thugs writing me love letters, racing to work, getting out at 10 to go to sleep and do it over again.
But after all of that, things really got underway. My memory is rather foggy right now but the following, well I could never forget.
Breaking/cracking/destroying my tail bone. Mother fucking railing, argh! And if only I wasn't such a lush and just dropped my beer instead of trying to save it, I could have used my arms to break my fall. Lesson learned.
My incredible week of eternal drunkeness via stolen cases of beer. Hallucinating in the hot tub after devouring 25 chicken wings at 9 in the morning. Beer pong. Being drunk, HOTLANTA!
Goodbye High Life House. Hello shitty city with nowhere to see or hear anything wonderful. There were some really fantastic shows though. Off Minor, Tower of Rome [epic epic epic], Critical Mass/Index of... to name a few. Come on 34 W. Navajo, renovate that house, pronto!
Touring bands from Illinois. "Is that the girl that...?!!!?" Thanks for pointing out that it wasn't Sam, it was me, Sarah. HAHA! Jeska coming in shaking with fear. Damnit, Carl.
Renewing some very valuable friendships with people [Sam, Jeska, etc.] and beginning others that I should have done much earlier [ie: Kevin.] I love love love looooove my friends more than life itself. Every single one of you. Even you, Andy Smith.
Driving to Denver more than I probably should. $2.50 for a gallon of gas. But it's always so very worth it. Sarah I think we are going to call Extreme Makeover Home Edition to build you a bigger kitchen. I hate your cat.
So, I met this boy who drinks tequila with me, lets me wear his pants, and we stumble through the city streets. He's pretty cool, I guess. Oh!
Yvonne. We're finally safe and together. There are no words to describe the magnitude of having you back. I have already told you everything I could ever say regarding this issue. I love you, girl.
fuck this i'm hungry