vive le coque et les phoques

Wednesday was a bit drastic drama blah blah night.
I can't believe he found out.
I am a huge jerk, the jerk of all jerks is me.
Nobody should of told him that, and I probably shouldn't of wrote the song.
JERK.
I also fought with whats his face.
I'm not the worst human being ever, thank you.
A jerk, definitely, but I'm not all shit.
Bearly's was insanity, there were tons of people there.
Mimi announced the one year anniversary of us visiting his establishment.
He bought Mike D a double gin and juice, how thoughtful.
Theres some video of all this kareoke madness, but you can find it yourself if it means that much.
I have a feeling youtube is going to ruin my life by the end of the year.
I made nice with that girl and she just took it to new levels.
Toleration and best friends are two different things.
I change jerk to asshole, I'm an asshole.
I petted some fur that night, take that sentence how you will.
Lots of cool cats I didn't expect to come out, did.
Breakfast was hilarious.
I guess according to Em I got into a dispute with a table across the way.
I don't remember this but I'll definitely take her word on it.
Freedom day started with me re-capping the night in my mind and slapping myself on the forehead.
Jenna and I went to Vienna for some breakfast fuel.
I also did a small bit of responsible groceries.
Getting the stapples for a good meal.
Julia called and asked us to venture downtown.
We got food at the Italian Gourmet, smoothies at Dio Mios, and booze by the pirate.
We all went to the Books on Tape show, I really dug his stuff but I wasn't in the mood.
I kept thinking about Wednesday so when Laura asked me to go for pie and bad movies I had to say yes.
We ended up buying our own pies and a tub of soy ice cream.
Valley Girl is a ridiculous movie that should be viewed by all.
"LIKE TOTALLY GNARLY SEX" - some Valley trash.
New Wave showed and walked me home.
Thursday morning I woke up late and in a panic, I had to get down to Steve-o-Reno's for the Gazette interview thing.
I think it went well, managed to get Crazywave in there and a lot of ridiculous answers.
We took our photo in front of a church, we acted frightened by the cross.
Laura and I took the ferry over to Dartmouth.
We petted cats and yarn before we made our way to the curling club.
Curling looked like fun, but we were sitting behind glass and we couldn't comment on the events unfolding.
The trip to Value Village afterwards turned out awesome.
Laura got a stereo and I bought a sewing machine.
I'm going to be making the ridiculous skirts for the rest of my life.
Bad Motels show was fun.
I got to really hang out with Laura for once.
Wait not Peek, other Laura, whos last name I've never caught.
I'll definitely have to ask her next time I see her.
We spent a good half an hour hanging out outside the bar before heading to the party.
I spent all my time on the front step.
Standing outside at parties is the best, you can't not talk to the people out there.
It just happens, there will be talking.
Bridgette the girl who interviewed us for the Gazette was there too.
I got to tell her about Radiator since I had forgot earlier in the day.
Savannah was plastered, but pretty hilarious.
Leg slapping and hollering.
Alex walked me home and we got Tony's pizza.
Which is only good when drunk.