Locked-out

I came home from school to find my apartment locked and Eric sleeping in his van.
We went over to Leah's, and hung out for a bit.
Had my first Taco Bell experience at Quinpool.
Eric told me the most hilarious thing about him and a friend of mine.
I had a little scene at Taco Bell and I can tell him immediately regretted the decision of telling me.
I bought a 66 ounce bottle of booze.
The first Wednesday since March that I haven't been to Bearly's.
So I drank, in honour of Wednesday regardless.
Thursday's class was excellent, my Cultural Studies teacher is awesome, she reminds me of my mom.
I got home and started drinking.
Savannah messaged me, she doesn't hate me, it was a wonderful surprise.
I had a terrific time although I think I've come to a halt with drinking.
No matter how much I drink, I don't get very drunk.
It might be that I know more people and I don't want to be the 'idiot'.
It makes me more conscious.
Obviously that didn't stop Eric who was ridiculously drunk, slurring drunk.
I just realized that my sentences are no longer short, just long and full of commas.
I cleaned my kitchen on Friday.
Whatever was making it smell like moldy ass is gone, the dishes are done, I feel content over the situation.
I got hammered by myself, Eric went to an all-ages show with a few friends.
I forgot that I put my ID in his wallet and thought I wouldn't be able to get into the Japanther show.
Things worked out in the end with the arrival of Eric, motherfucking savior!
Special Noise was quite the treat.
Gilbert Switzer put on a great preformance, humping Godwin, good intros to their songs, lots of stage presence, lots of crazywave, you could see the enjoyment in people's face, including my own.
Street meat for the first time was quite the surprise, quite a tasty mystery meat.
Japanther are fucking skilled mother fuckers, those pink phones, and all that sweat.
I bought the cd and I'm loving it.
I got to watch Uzumaki, quite the experience, the Japanese are fucked.
I'm a child, YOU'RE a child.
I have nice eyes.
I had shitty conversation with a shitty ending.
I got read to from an 80's hardcore book.
I got to say what I had to say.
I don't know what the fuck happened, how the fuck I feel.
I like masking sad with angry, stern looks on my face make for better hiding.
I woke up and had an amazing sandwich.
I finally got to see the Maughms, I enjoyed their set a lot, I might have to investigate into getting a cd.
This man let me design my own pin, which says 'uzumaki' (spiral) in a spiral pattern.
I fell on the street.
Now I'm drinking.
Go life, you keep sucking me in, and sucking.