All the audio posts I made over the phone. Cause I’d be annoyed listening to my voice every time I try to listen to the music on my streampad. Bye bye part of my 10 day challenge.
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I trust no one! Especially Rick Mayo Jr! He should sleep with one eye open. Because one day, he will get what’s coming to him. Trust. Get it? See what I did there? AHAHAHAHAH. And I love how him and Frances are standing right behind me hanging onto my every word. Followers…
I wish that I didn’t have to wish. I mean I’m content to an extent, but there’s always going to be things you will want. Even if the positive side is wanting gives you drive. There are things that are going to be out of reach. And that’s the part that lets me down.
I’ve noticed that some of my friends don’t like each other. Like even when two people start becoming friends again, there’s another pair of people who start to have problems. And even though they don’t really acknowledge each other when they’re in the same place and keep it civil, I wish that they could genuinely get along.
Because the phrases that I say most of the day are like this:
- “Oh fuccck.”
- “Oh shit.”
- “Oh whaaat?”
- “Oh, okay.”
- “Ohhh, kay.”
Most of the time I say it is because I can’t hear. Other times it’s because I’ve already said it so many times the person I’m asking is getting annoyed. And even though I heard you the first or second time, I keep asking what anyways.
So guess who HALLLA trolled today? AJ & Raaack. Ian and Cheska didn’t even give them the chance to make a shot. It was cup after cup and fire and fire and balls back, oh man. First double troll I’ve ever seen. Round of applause to Ian and Cheska though. Hahaha
First time trollingggggg. It was a killer.
Even though I knew Kam and her group of friends for a short amount of time, they invited me to their annual Black & White Affair. It was cool because it landed on the same day as my birthday.
The day of my birthday I got to spend lunch with my three closest friends. The thing about that is they’ve never all been together. I’m always with two of them. It’d be Simon and Marc, Simon and Ruby, or Marc and Ruby. So it was good to be able to enjoy a meal with all of them, especially before Ruby went back to Santa Barbara.
Black & White was full of laughter, tears, and alcohol. I’d elaborate but it’d be too much and I’m a little lazy to type it all out. But trust, I had a good time. I was able to accomplish my goal of 19 shots on my 19th birthday. And I’m glad I had the opportunity to party with people who have become some of my closest friends
I remember grabbing my keys and a sweater. Bawling, walking out of my house, and attempting to light my cigarette. I wasn’t about to drive, but I didn’t know where I was going or what I was going to do. Just crying in frustration over the argument I just had with my dad.
There I was, standing down the hill from my apartment, on the curb. I didn’t know why, but I called Mymy Nguyen. I mean, it wasn’t like she was the first person I’d go to whenever I was having any problems. Standing there, smoking, and listening as her phone rang.
Ring, ring, ring…
“Hello?” And I couldn’t even say anything. I’m just choking on my words. “Where are you? I’m picking you up.” So I told her and she came. No questions. I didn’t even have to explain the situation. She took me to Denny’s, knowing food could cheer me up. To Brunswick, so I can take my mind off things. Then offered me to sleep over so I didn’t have to go back to the place that was making me feel this way. It made me appreciate her as my friend. Someone that I can bitch at, talk shit to, joke around with, and hella just pick me up without me even having to ask. And I don’t think I’d ever forget that.
I used to spend practically everyday or every other day with two boys for a period of time during Fall 09’. Marc Navarro and Anthony Ray. Every day, after class, “What are you doing?” And everyday, after class me and Marc would end up going over to Anthony’s. Part of our morning and afternoons basically consisted of toking and eating.
On one of the Mondays we decided to eat Chick-fil-a. I swear the three of us can never get through a drive-thru together super blown. It’s too funny and all you can hear is us laughing while we’re trying to order. So this time we were trying to get chicken strips.
Me: Anthony, what do you want?
Anthony: Chicken strips.
Talking to the worker on speaker*
Me: Can I get chicken strips?
Worker: How many do you want?
I look back at Anthony*
Anthony: How many can I get?
Me: How many can I get?
Worker: Three or four.
And all three of us in the car just start hella laughing. Here we are, super blown, trying to order hella food. And he tells us we can only pick between three chicken strips, or one more than that. Bitch, I wanted a choice between three or ten! We’s hungray.
I’m not going to list 5 things I can’t live without. Firstly, because it’s pretty obvious that I can’t live without air, water, food, etc. And secondly, because it’s not that I can’t live without certain things. I just choose not to.