I've been off school on a break(for some reason I must have missed) since Tuesday and I have just been BURIED in events. To be honest I'm so tired and well...perma-inebriated that I'm not entirely sure what I have been up to.
However last night, after a bike ride and a hour and a half Bikram/Hot Yoga class I caught a ride with a long-time friend to a party on the other side of the city. After lurking in the house saying hellos, a friend pulled me off into the garage where we found the host's uncle with a bong...a Yoda bong...with multiple tubes! A hit of this and I'm good, and my friend is a wreck. Likely you're wondering why his uncle was there, but we were in Crip-town with an unlocked door. From there it's a blur.
I don't know about you, but I like my clothes cheap and generally attractive.
Wednesday meant a trip to Superstore, which has a clothing brand know as "Joe Fresh". Joe Fresh is generally affordable and often cute(although it can require some digging through). My friend who never shops and wears the same clothes for about 5 days in a row, my friend who came from the a commune in the States, and I went shopping and all got at least 3 items for under 50, I spent just over 30 and got two pairs of the most beautiful knit socks and a so, so, soft sea foam green coloured pullover sweater. We hopped a bus and arrived at the house of the same girl who would give me a ride to Thursday's party, where everyone was watching my personal least favorite film Silence of The Lambs. I lasted an hour and got so grossed out that I went home and had disturbed dreams and have been hearing in my head "It puts the lotion on it's skin or else it gets the hose again" non-stop since.
Tuesday brought a nap on the couch at a friends place with a little help from some bud her mom had and a viewing of Boondock Saints followed by Chicago. Upon leaving there I headed to the house of my best friend's sister and her "Mormon" boyfriend. The Mormon immediately offered up some Jagger-bombs and Vanilla Vodka(Smirnoff I assume) and Root beer(tastes like a Root beer Float!). After downing the drinks a friend picked me up and we made clothes at her house until another friend finished his radio show and picked us up and drove us to a house a bit west of where we were, upon arriving a bowl was passed and at some point the owner of the place disappeared only to reappear with this month's Playboy. The centerfold? None other than Marge Simpson! After that we went to pick up a deuce and they grabbed McDonald's, while I mopped about not being able to eat McDicks the guy that picked us up sped around recklessly and I silently worried for our lives and anyone he could hit. Arriving back at the house where I made clothes I fell asleep within seconds of crawling into bed, Utterly exhausted.
As tired as I feel I am leaving in about 20 minutes to see a local show with 3 bands, 2 of which I am close friends with all of the memebers. Not only do I know them, but hey, we're art-school kids, and they're actually good.
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