le coque et les phoques

Saturday.
What the fuck happened Saturday.
I went over to Leah's for some hang out time.
We found these old year books from '93, people what the fuck is up with the teal?
So much god damn teal.
I played chess with Leah all night, and slaughtered her.
I owe her 5$, I have some major debt to care of.
100$ for the douchebag roommate.
50$ to CKDU which is getting paid before the stupid fucking roommate.
25$ to Adrian because I'm a dumbass who drinks too much.
Money ruins friendships.
I went to the HotShotRobot show after chess.
I think it was one of my first shows sober.
I really have to re-think my idea of good music.
Had I been drunk I probably would of enjoyed the last band, sober however, not so much.
Nathan, Mike, Josh and I headed down to breakfast.
When I woke up in the morning all my house guests were gone.
I had one of the most boring days at work to date.
It was super busy, but all the prep was done.
I got to leave early which always makes me happy.
I got the supplies needed to make my lyric sheets and once again tried to finish Lost In Translation.
It seems to me I pass out every time, at the exact same spot.
School was the same old boring.
I left early, I had an 'aurevoir' date to uphold.
My friend came over and we hugged goodbye and I said I'll see ya in a bit.
It better be true, I already miss this person quite a bit.
I can't wait to bite the top of their head again.
Alfred and Laura popped over around 5ish, we finished drinks and headed to the jam spot.
After many hours of working on shit, I think we were as ready as we could of been.
We took a cab down their, bristle board lyrics in hand.
I spent most of the night clinging drunkingly to friends.
Freaking out, I was TERRIFIED of performing.
Shitting myself scared.
But all their kind words worked wonders and I saw Stephen lurking in the shadows.
That definitely put a smile on my face.
When it was our turn to play I felt like someone was twisting my insides.
Then it came to me............. who cares?
Seriously?
I knew that no one but my friends would appreciate it.
But who needs more than their friends to appreciate anything?
I was fine after that, all our friends came within inches of the stage and kept screaming and cheering us on.
There's video of this floating around the internet.
As long as I don't end up on ebaums world I really don't mind.
I think it went well for what it was, I got to yell in French and sing about vaginas for fuck sakes.
Who could ask for more?
Finally came the time for the spinning of the wheel.
WE WON!
We won the fucking money.
Can you believe it? I sure the fuck couldn't.
I was on the phone with my dad all day begging for money and BAM, 67$ richer.
67$ for having a good time is a good deal to me.
Christ. Alex wants us to play the Robot party, hopefully we do.
Stephen drove me us all home after we got our money.
In the morning, Nathan, Riley, Stephen, Mike D, Amy and I all went to breakfast.
I ofcourse could not shut the fuck up about the night before.
I told my culture studies teacher all about it, she thinks I'm insane.
But she has this appreciation for 'punk' although I would never consider myself punk.
I don't consider myself anything really, but thats besides the point.
Point is she's borrowing this case study book about females living like punks called 'Pretty in Pink'.
It sounds really interesting and I'm excited to read it.
Oh cultural studies, I wish if I majored in you it would get me somewheres.
I went to Leah's last night to relax.
She made wicked vegetables and pasta.
We played more chess, she's definitely getting better.
I still won all the games but I scared during a few of them.
Leah is probably one of the only people I can get stoned around and not feel like a freak while doing it.