there were hours that went on for days [28 Mar 2009|10:59pm] [ music | forgive durden-ants ] yo yo. i had the best time, of all time last night. gib, b webb and i made a trip up to bowling green to jam some music and hang with one of my number one homies. gunn. we crush to dustins place and jam a little. for some unknown reason we start taking shots and drinking beers. this is at 4 o' clock. kemp soon joins us and its off to ichibans. gawdamn that place is good. we had a few more beers there and we almost did some saki bombs. once we found out you aren't allowed to hit the table when doing a saki bomb, we decided against that. what's the point of doing one if you can't smash your fist on the table and make a fucking racket. none of that probably makes sense if you havent had a saki bomb. steve's pad is the next stop. we finally meet up with gunn. i miss him. moon taxi is playing at tidballs. the pre gaming begins. after we have reached a suffecient level of crumpness we start to walk down to the square. let me tell you about this crew. finally all of the old forces were combined. when this crew comes into a bar, you better fucking watch out. hide your beer, girlfriend, wallett, anything of value because we crush anything in our path. the crew consisted of gunn, gibby, dustin, kemp, tyler, joey, steve and myself. destruction. of course the crew tripled in numbers once we arrived at the bar. we raged this place to hell and back. we were slinging beers around like mad. spilling them everywhere and on everyone. you couldn't even move up in this mother fucker. it was pure insanity. we were even smoking bowls in there like some sort of crazy loons. kemp and i made a quick lap around the square looking for durts. success. back to tidballs with more to add to the crew. eventually we recruite enough people for a proper after party back at joey and tyler's. every single person was mind blowingly drunk. extreme levels. dustin and i got in a scuffle when he tried to rub some dirty dishes on my face, but i won when i rubbed a dirty wooden spoon covered in 3 day old chili on his mouth. victory! the next thing i know im holding a boa constrictor around my neck while gibby is being stupid and trying to provoke it to bite us. sadly it didn't bite anyone and i think that hurts this story a little bit. one poor soul spent some time puking in an empty beer case all night. when he passed out on the couch he said "im cold". gibby unrolls an entire roll of paper towels and covers him up. he was still shivering so we started putting magazines, then pillows, ink pens, a couple of peices of furniture and the main event.....kemp runs in with a trash can full of shit and just dumps it all over the guy and the couch. gib, dustin and i make a five mile walk in the rain back to creason street. first we stopped at a gas station to get some beef jerkey. we got the jerkey and left. "don't come back" the employee muttered. we cut through campus. gibby takes a mean spill down a hill onto pavement. his arm was bleeding, but we all couldn't help but laugh, gib included. "looks at that jackass" said dustin. immediatly after completing that sentence he falls backwards down the same hill, spilling gatorade all over himself. finally we make it to waffle house. i guess gibby didnt get the memo. we go in and he just keeps crushing full speed ahead towards the house. of course there are 50 cops eating in here, and if you have read any of this post then you know we are in no shape to be in public. it was a hell of a meal. we get back and gibby is passed out on the couch. he looks cold so we start putting pots and pans and a football on him for cover. this morning i wake up to gibbys mom calling my phone. someone had found his phone on the sidewalk downtown and called his mom trying to find him. gib then realizes he has lost his jacket, keys and debit card. not all at once mind you, but seperatley. four seperate losses of personal possesions. we found them all but the coat. its a great mystery. peace out post comment

these are my days [18 Mar 2009|11:07pm] [ music | cursive-seirra ] hello world. by that i mean the 5 people that will read this. dambit boah, i have had a fun time these last couple of days. monday night we picked up our brotha dustin from the airport. we decided to take in a little live music. medications was playing at springwater. this place is a dive bar, let me tell you what. the music was awesome and we had a cheap beer and just took it all in. afterwards we went to the house. bwebb joined us at this point. we sat around and sampled some various vodkas from some hotel sized bottles. cranked a few beers. watched music videos. basically enjoyed life. dustin is officially going to live with me and gibby now, and this makes me happy.  it had been too long since i had seen his big smiling, happy, red, gay face. on patties day we kicked things off with some dlish kfc. this decision would haunt me for the rest of the day. we gave dustin a ride up to bowling green, and decided to make a night of it. kemp rolled over after work and we crushed down to gatti land. you have no fucking clue how happy gattis makes me. i love gattis. for real. i ate about 4 or five plates. and since i was so thirsty, i must have had me about 15 mello yellos. then i blew all sorts of money blasting aliens with dustin and schooling kemps ass in some air hockey. we suddenly realized that while the rest of the nation was partying, we were spending 2 hours at gattis. this had to change. we blew that joint. i mean we left gattis. we didn't smoke a joint. we went to the house first. the initial plan is to sit around and pound down a fifth of philly. that took about 30 minutes so we started to think of something else to do. tidballs had all you could drink for 8 bucks. now this is amazing to me. i know you bowling greeners aren't too impressed by that. but i live in nashville. there is no possible way to get drunk on 8 bucks. you can barely buy a six pack for 8 bucks. and that's some shit beer, like the beast. kemp, dustin, gibby and andi roll with me down there after we secured a ride. we met dust, joey and barlow and many other friends of old. dust is so fucking drunk that he gets thrown out. needless to say, we all got smashed. i was in full blown rage mode. we raged that bar so damn hard that they might have to close it. eventually we took it back to the house. drank more, put a bunch in the air, smoked a million cigs, made out with someone and kind of regretted it.....it was like old times again! what a night. post comment

ll34 [16 Mar 2009|08:20am] [ music | new found glory-such a mess ] tonight....last night? whenever. i had a very rough night at work. i was not in a good mood. i felt like relieving some tension. i know that gib and clayton will be up for this. the original plan is to go to aerial. tonight is supposed to be some cool ass rave party known as "sunday school". that shit is clever. aerial is a pretty badass place. it's on a roof in the middle of downtonwn nashville. the view is killer, the drinks are killer (on your wallet). and it's a change of pace for us. we roll in. take the elevator up. as we exit we realize that only ten people are up in this mother fucker. six of them leave. this leaves four ucks. back down the elevator. what now? fuck it. we are already in the middle of downtown nashville, we might as well hit up a honkey tonk! we choose tootsies. don't ask me why because i hate this bar. i can't even remember how many times i have been dragged, kicking and screaming to this bar. we start taking shots. we later found out that these were ten dollars a piece. that wasn't good news. needles to say, we are crump. as ridicoulos as this might sound, we were five minutes away from driving to florida for two days. you might not believe that, but it is the honest to god truth. the only thing that stopped us was the fact that we have to pick up dustin from the airport tomorrow night. we had an entire trip planned. down to the fucking money. and it's cheaper then you think. buy some sandwhich meat and bread, cheap whiskey, two cases of beer, we already had that jazz 13. what else do you need? sleep in the car, bathe in the ocean. alas, we could not do it. after blazing down about five cigs, we are told the bar is a non smoking facility. gay. we step outside. i get completely eye humped by a hawt chick with dreds. fuck it. i move in. we shot the shit forever. as we were trading the necessary information i happened to look down. this girl's tit was hanging out. for the whole world to see. now that is fucking funny. we crush back to the crib. clayton, gib and myself stay up all night, pushing the limits. we discuss music mainly. we are all comlete music nerds. we are insane for music. obsessed. can't live without. it's 8:35 am. maybe i should get some sleep. peace out. post comment

the darkness does not hold sway yet, not over you, not over me [15 Mar 2009|02:41am] [ music | burn down hot topic-dvda ] 9 days straight. i have been completely drunk for 9 days straight. i am not bragging, or trying to impress someone. this is just a fact. i'm not really proud of it, but i don't regret one fucking second. gibby pretty much laid it all out in his post. just read that. we've partied in 3 cities in 2 states over these last few days. i was the only one present for each event, but a rotating crew of friends were with me on these adventures. gibby, kemp, clayton, dayan, bwebb, random other people. these other people are what i call my "drunk friends". i'm pretty sure i have nothing in common with them, and i don't hang out with them sober, but i love drinking with them. i finally took the night off. joey just left. he has been pounding down brews in my face, and i must say i was tempted to join him. the whole epic, crazy time came to a head last night when gib and i drank a fifth of whiskey in an hour. then i went to lamo bar and drunk 3 or so more whiskey and cokes. rachel was kind enough to give me her bed. i proceeded to thrash around in a drunken rage, unable to sleep for hours. i have seen the sun come up almost every night for 2 weeks. i layed  there for hours unable to sleep. it was finally about 6 when i passed out. i feel like i have had the shit kicked out of me. and in a way, i guess i have had the shit kicked out me. i have 100 stories from these nights. maybe 1000. i have been to 10 different bars, spent millions of dollars, and had one hell of a fucking adventure. check out gibs journal for the rundown. i'm so tired that my fingers wont even work. i can't type in this mother fucker anymore. a few days rest is what i need. monday night we are getting dustin from the airport. i am completely confidend that we will end up drinking whiskey somewhere. this hasn't been discussed, but we all know it is going to happen. we are going to sit around a table with music blaring in our faces, taking shot after shot, cracking each other up, and not giving a fuck about anything. that's what we do, and we like it. and gibby, i'm still fucking grumpy! post comment

be a working robot like the rest [10 Mar 2009|04:45am] [ music | gatsbys american dream-shhhh i'm listening to reason ] hello livejournal. once again i am drunk. honestly i wouldn't be here if i wasn't. i have been living a crazy, epic life for the past few days. friday i partied myself into oblivion. complete fucking insanity. saturday was a fun one also. bwebb crushed his way to my crib. we drank many beers, played many songs via our guitars, remembered many past times, and planned for many more. nothing crazy happened this night, just an easy night of bros and brews. sunday. gib and i are tired of our house. we are tired of laying around and smoking ourselves stupid. we need to get out and rage a bit. we decide on the red door. this is a chill bar with some good tunage and the occasional hawt chick. being that it is sunday, the bar is pretty calm. gib and i sip on a few pbrs, shoot the shit, and enjoy life in general. at some point one of the 5 or so girls in this place starts dancing. being that she is crump, she bumps into gibby. i have never seen someone move so fast. within one millisecond of contact, gibby has this poor girl in a sleeper hold. he starts to tell her about some goddamn eddie money concert coming up, but instead he gets choked. i don't think i can put into words how funny this was. i'm pretty sure you had to be there. just imagine gibby, with this girl in a headlock, coughing all over her ass, trying to spit out "eddie money in two weeks.". he is literally coughing up a hair ball on this girl. she is trying to get away and gibby just locks it down like andre the giant at wrestle mania three. finally she escapes. gibby and i bust into the biggest laughter fit i have had in a long while. on the way out of the bar we get stopped by two hawties. this makes us happy. but then they start  talking about some off the wall shit. they ask us if we had ever had a pooh stew. i really don't know...if i want to know. they start talking about leaving floaters in a toilet, then chopping up carrots and potatoes into it. what the fuck. seriously. what the fuck.? monday. cheap pints at the flying saucer. why the fuck not? but first. gib and i get a wild hair, and we are about 1 minute from coming to bg to party down. we were on the fucking way! but of course you goddamn girls were bullshitting. friday? we can probably make that. so we end up at the saucer (back to the story). after pounding down many brews with a couple of my college professors, we meet up with clayton. many more brews are consumed. we end up going to some bar called melrose place (or some stupid shit like that) with some waitresses from the saucer. i proceed to play pool. i have never been so on fire in my life. finally we take it to their apartment. bwebb has joined us at this point. we thrash there for a while then take it to our house. ummmmmmm.....then we watch beastie boys videos, well anyway. that is a super boring post. i have been thrash city, and it has been fun. on paper it doesn't come off that way. pretty sure kemp is coming down for a few days starting tomorrow. i can only assume we will be up to no good. then a bg rage might be in order for friday. hit us up dawg. love city   post comment

epic [07 Mar 2009|11:12pm] [ music | keith ledger-kobe bryant in the fourth ]  where do i even begin.  friday the gib and myself planned a little trip to our home. cville. this was supposed to be your normal family visit style trip. suddenly i get the call from kemp. "let me roll with you guys". automatically we knew something was going to happen.  we swing into the wonderful town of bg to pick up our brother in arms. while kemp spends way too much time making himself beautiful, gib and i sit on the back deck and burn one down. the weather is great, the jazz 13 is great (thanks jlube!), and you can feel something in the air. we crush. after arriving in cville we head to my house. anytime there is a cville trip, mommers prepares an amazing feast because she knows that my entire crew will be with me and we will be hungry. this meal was fucking amazing! AMAZING! we finish the meal and visit for several hours, answering all those questions that your parents ask. but as the night draws in we depart.  initially our plan was to head out to the kingdollar house and party down with old bill. we make the call and he is ready to welcome his extended family. somehow in between that call and stocking up on alcohol, we find ourselves at gib's house knee deep in hawt chicks. gib, kemp, me and 4 beauts! from here on out things got pretty fucking extreme. the three of us pound down a fifth of vodka, a case of beer, and a giant chunk out of our sack o' green. this is followed by table dances, strip shows, make out chicks, people sneaking off into rooms, only to reappear minutes later. we rage gibbys house so fucking hard that they might have to just burn that mother fucker down. we raid gib's mom's closet and rawk her 80's clothes, then take them off and throw them all over the place. light bulbs explode all around us. you can't walk through this place without stepping in shit. the toilet was unlike anything i have ever seen. the water was ankle deep. at one point kemp was crushing around in his socks. one girl was on the floor. kemp puts his sock on her. "eww, there is water all over your foot". "that's not water bitch, thats URINE!"  kemp's on the table, leading the funniest dance of all time. "around the world, now shove, raise the roof!" as the night goes kemp's rage meter fills up. i have never seen such a rage face. i'm outside, up to no good of course, doing the one thing kemp told me not too. i look up and he is staring at me with such hatred that i had to laugh.  the night thrashed on until the wee hours of the morning. i woke up with kemp cuddled up so close that i thought he was going to try and kiss me! sadly he didn't. after a solid two hours of sleep, it was time to visit my gma. there is nothing like drunken family visit. finally we head back. and what a ride back it was! all three of us, still drunk as ever, telling the funniest stories and making each other laugh like only we can. we are in such a goddamn daze that we can't even figure out what fucking time it is. we have to call dustin james just to find out. if i wanted to, i could make this post 45 pages long, recounting every amazing minute of this amazing time. but the night is calling again. bwebb is on the way over and we must drink and rawk. until next time...love. 1 comment|post comment

[05 Mar 2009|12:58pm] [ music | motion city soundtrack-sunday warning ]  hudey_philly. read this journal. it is a journey into the depths of a twisted mind. it might be the most quotable livejournal of all time. it can be found on my info page under friends.  i feel like i've been hit by a train. post comment

when you're this small anything can crush you [05 Mar 2009|05:17am] [ music | gatsbys american dream-the run down ] livejournal drunk rawk out! wow, this is how i remember it. drunken livejournal posting! i view livejournal as an art form. and there is no better way to create this art than a drunken rampage of typing fury! for christ sakes, read that last sentence! what the fuck does that mean!? last night (being tuesday) i managed to cop some free tickets to the predators game. clayton and myself rolled downtown and got some narly hockey action dawg. during the 2nd break i stepped out to smoke a cig, and guess who i saw? as i was running my mouth off about some amazing adventure from the past i hear "that was a great fucking time, tom wise!". i turn around and lo and behold......nick strater is in my face. wtf yo?! i proceed to spit small talk bullshit to him. i don't know what the fuck to say to this man. he was some guy that partied at my place, creeped all the chicks out, and sold me some durt ass weed. so i'm basically saying i loved this dude. he says that he plays poker for a living now. he made $90,000 just last week! when he refuses to buy me a beer, i start to wonder.  wednesday. i'm at rite aid. my life is hell. the text comes from clayton. "open bar until 11, no cover, hollywood disco". let me explain hollywood disco. this is a "nite club". all the trash in the nash is partying here. it's a blast basically. clayton and myself roll in. it's packed. we crush up to the "open" bar. it's not so open. our plan to pound down as many shots as humanly possible in 45 minutes fails. what? $1.50 well drinks? new plan. pound down as many whisky and cokes as we can afford. 30 minutes left. we might have broken records tonight. at some point in all of this, i text someone by mistake. imagine getting a text at 2 in the morning saying something along the lines of "not in a million years". i then proceeded to make a drunken ass of myself for the next 45 minutes. gotta love drunken reasoning!  time to move. to benz. everyone tells me we are going to 3 crows. this is a pretty cool bar right up the street. suddenly we are on the interstate heading across the river to east nashville. not what i expected. we end up in some bar that i recognize. i had been here on halloween. where many crazy adventures had occurred before. including john austin knocking some dbag out cold in the street. but this is a story for another time. not much happened here. lots of free booze somehow. i really don't know we stumble into these situations. time to move. after a quick pit stop at christies cabaret, we make our way home. we cook the biggest breakfast ever. it was dlish. 1 comment|post comment

give it to me now [27 Feb 2009|08:36am] [ music | eddie money-baby hold on ]  8:35 am. i haven't seen this time of day in a while.  big kempin' rolled his ass down to the nash last night. when i arrived home he was drunk. this is what i like to see. i quickly grabbed my whiskey. i had to catch up. this is serious business. after pounding down as much as possible, we called the cab. next stop, losers. this is a bar you don't want to find yourself in. it is called losers for a reason. 5 minutes into this bar and we have already convinced some drunk mo fo to buy us a round. this soon turns into many rounds. i am drunk and haven't spent a dime. this is how i work. this guy is fucking lame, we move on. a tall sexy brunette catches my eye. we move. a conversation starts. this bitch tells me nickleback is punk rock. no. not at all. but, i move past this. this bar is getting old fast. we have to move. just keep moving, never slow down. we cross the street to blue bar. some horrible band is playing. we dance. the brunette moves on, so do i. next thing i know, kemp and myself are playing bongo drums with the band. i must say, we rawked. clayton takes a liking to the female guitarist. he proceeds to write her the longest note i have ever seen. he writes this note on a napkin. he lays it on the stage. we move on. several things start happening at once. kemp calls the bartender a bitch. we meet four girls. our game fails, maybe...not sure. numbers were exchanged. its time to move. the bar is closing. we pile into clayton's benz. "strip club?" he asks. "yes". we pull into the club, while it's closing i might add. clayton rolls down the window and hollas at the strippers. bouncers surround the car. we move. we need to get home, to safety, to shelter. we get home safely. kemp runs inside and passes out. it is raining like a mother fucker. so clayton and i stay in the car. it's 3 am. gibby gets off work in 4 hours. we can make that, right? we don't leave the car for four hours. we have deep discussions about life. deep man, real deep. we continue to push the limits. the music keeps getting louder and louder. the entire car is shaking. how much further can we push this? our room mate kurt exits the house. time for work i suppose. we duck down, no need for him to see us. where the fuck is gibby? we continue to sit and wait. finally he arrives. do we go inside? hell no. gib jumps in the car. "get me out of this goddamn car!!!!" i say. we go inside. we post up at the dining room table. we continue to test and push limits. the sun is up. completely. clayton is done. gib and i listen to cursive. then to the porch to watch the good american people go work and chain smoke cigs. now i find myself on live journal. and now i'm done with this post.  3 comments|post comment

[29 Mar 2005|01:24am] [ music | the postal service ] spun is an amazing movie. so is the rocky horror picture show, and the new coheed live dvd. i just realized how many movies i watched tonight. things are getting pretty predictable over here. im having fun, but i know exactly to expect every night. which makes for this boring livejournal. i used to have adventures almost every night. i think that made for a fun read. so sorry if i bore you now, i bore myself. cleaned my room. looks quite sexy. today i saw the hottest girl on the planet. better than the walmart angel i might add. this girl was smoking. she was brunette which makes the blonde walmart angel look like some punk ass bitch. naturally i was stunned by her beauty and just wathced her go by. and guess were the fuck i was....fucking target. making her the target angel. oh well, next time she wont be able to resist. im out bitch! 3 comments|post comment

here [22 Mar 2005|10:25am] it feels good to be back. charleston was a blast. i wont go into all the details. lots of walking, good eating, beaching, and drinking. all of liz's roomies were very cool. i know that they thought dustin and i were dicks, but that means we love you. the drive was very long, yet oh so fun. overall it gets an A. it was uber nice to see joey and blair when we strolled back in. i missed them. then mark, courtney and nick all came over. home couldnt have been better. i drank a keystone (not sold in charleston)and had myself an herbal supplement (too expensive in charleston) and i was once again in a good mood. i had the craziest dream last night. i cant quit thinking about it. i have to work today. its going to suck, but i need the cash money. the rest of spring break 2k5 is going to suck i think. i miss everyone crushing in a destroying my house already. but maybe i will go home this weekend. i heard chad is a having a party. he fucking better. fuck it i will show up at his house demanding anyway. enjoy yourselves. 1 comment|post comment

trip [18 Mar 2005|11:33am] well we are out of here. charleston here i come. ill be back monday. to all those whom i love, have a fun spring break. blair dont get caught by parents doing something crazy at your party. it happens everytime to me. i will miss you all. love. 1 comment|post comment

take off your bandaid because i dont believe in touchdowns. [18 Mar 2005|01:37am] here goes. im drunk, im stoned, im happy. i love all of you mother fuckers and that is no lie. i had a kill of a good time tonight. have fun on all of your respective spring breaks. i am out of this bitch for days. ill be back sunday. woohooo. charleston is mine! fuck im trashed. expect many many wild stories to come after this weekend. love to all. post comment

i am trying to break your heart [17 Mar 2005|11:04am] [ music | wilco ] goddamn you have to love wilco. what a good song. last night.......sort of a blur. i worked my one hour shift and then we decided to alter our minds a bit before practice. the jam probably wasnt as good as i heard it, but it was fun. somehow i managed to keep on altering all the way up until about 2 this morning. fuck i still feel crazy. i wanted to do something cool and exciting last night. kemp suggested dollar theater. walmart is as far as we got. hunter didnt come as predicted. but he has an excuse. tonight will be the kill. steve will be in town. i miss this man. he is insane. i remember one time he left my house with this girl, they went all the way back to campus. a few hours later he shows back up out of breath. his car had a flat so after he had sex with her, he ran all the way back to my house from campus (which is xtreme!) and told me all about it. the mother fucker actually ran. he was exhausted. anyway....jennewiene is having some sort of party and the keg is free for me. so i might roll in there. depends on if i have a ride or not. it is also kemps bday. happy b/st pats day kemp. apparently we are having a party for kemp. but kemp said he would rather go out on the town. st. pats day is insane around here. party central. man i have to slow down. well...happy pats, if anyone wants to go out on the town with us tonight let me know. or i might stay in. who knows im unpredictable. 3 comments|post comment

sit down, stand up [16 Mar 2005|11:28am] [ mood | curious ] [ music | sparta ] ok here is the deal. my original plan for livejournal was to rawk this bitch for a year and only a year. i wanted to do a little experiment, just to see how much one changes over the course of a year. the answer is whole lot. a WHOLE lot. but like i always do i gave up prematurely (spell check). fuck it i think its spelled right. anyway....in a recent conversation with a good friend the point was presented. i only had 20 days left until it would be a full year. i didnt want to do it, but if im so damn close why not? so here begins the first of my last 20 or so posts. i will catch all of you up on my life. bg life is still blinging and such. i love it here. the band changed the name to "meet me in montauk". we have a new drummer and a new sound. i believe cara described our new sound as an acid trip, so ill let your imagination run wild. i still work at target and it sucks. so there is the catch up. last night a bunch of people came over. i was drunk there for a minute, but then i just got sooooooooooooooooo stoned. i got some sad news last night. its not coming for a while, or maybe not at all, but it still sucks knowing it might. hunter said he was coming up today. i dont think he is. which really sucks. hopefully we can jam today. i have to work for one hour. that is the dumbest fucking shift i have ever seen. also something i never thought about before has really peaked my interest. not something i expected. look at this random boring mother fucking post. in an attempt to set my wrong right, i have created another boring lame ass entry much like the ones that i so adamently bashed on my last entry. if you are reading this come on over tonight. 4 comments|post comment

im back for this one time event [04 Mar 2005|03:02am] fuck this depressing hole that is livejournal. i let my journal go a while back so i have been out of the loop. but on this faitful night, i have returned. only to find entry after agonizing entry filled with the same boring topics. life is a bitch isnt it? depression is the new pink. goddamn. what ever happened to having a good time? i could get on here and vent about so much. about how i havent ate in 2 days. ramen is a meal, but only for an hour. then hunger sets back in. or i could vent about how i actually owe the bank money because i had to over withdrawl enough money to pay my bills. or how about the part where i lost my car keys. and i have had two keys made that dont fit my car. and to top off that section of bullshit, i have to pay insurance next week for a car i can't even drive. and oh yeah, i dont have any money to pay for that. plus i hate my job! i hate my boss too! he is a bitch. but, none of that stuff bothers me, because i have worked it all out. i have every one of those problems taken care of. so fuck some xEX-boyfriendx. i understand one can't be happy all the time, but for christ's sake, calm down. smoke a bowl or something. i just read 20 entrys in a row that told me nothing but "life sucks". and it doesnt even suck! its great! 6 comments|post comment

[17 Dec 2004|10:04pm] well folks...i regret to inform you that this is the end. i forgot i even had this thing. its no fun to update anymore. i have nothing cool to say. thanks to all the faithful readers. 4 comments|post comment

[30 Nov 2004|03:57pm] im still alive. 5 comments|post comment

cant think of a title [17 Oct 2004|03:18pm] [ mood | calm ] [ music | mazzy star-she's my baby ] its been a while since my last post. we had a really fun party thursday. a lot more people then expected showed up and rawked. i cooked a giant pot of tomato soup and everyone let me know it was the best tomato soup ever. thank you. friday jeremy came up from cville and hughey and kemp rolled in. we did the standard of watching lord of the rings with coheed because when you are wild, there is nothing better. saturday....kemp, joey and i tried to go to the mall but it was saturated with bands up for the competition. so we decided to roll on out and get wild before the nite class show. i ended up being pretty drunk by the time i got there. i was trying to carry on convos but it was hard. then we ran back to the house were many people who i will now list gathered. aj, steve, jennewiene, kemp, joey, hughey, wyatt and myself. we drank until the wee hours of the morning and watched/made movies. we have some of the funniest party footage ever. "im the ginger bread man"! wooohooooo, its so fun yaya. today joeys mom is coming to visit. the house was cleaned very hardcore in preparation. and liz is gonna viz too! exciting times. gunn is gonna kill me though because i couldnt get any vodka for him. im sorry gunn...we tried. 1 comment|post comment

crump [24 Sep 2004|08:44pm] [ mood | crazy ] [ music | nine days ] man last night turned into a fun fun time. first survivor. dolly is gone. that was my love. dust came over for a while. and hughey and kemp came for a short time. and then those fucks cut out....and 15 minutes later a party formed! im talking killer time. 30 people showed up at once it seemed. beer was flowing and drink bitch was crumping in every direction. none of this was planned which made it a little more exciting. after a kicking, but small rave, i began to make beds for everyone all over the house. i think everyone slept good. gunn is off to south carolina for the weekend, joey is off to greensburg for the weekend. here i am alone. it will be nice to have the whole place to myself. i think dust is moving in with me for the weekend so that will be fun. stop in and visit if any of you readers feel so inclined. post comment

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