swings

Oh wow, drunk posts.
Maybe I can explain further.
Afterwork I went to Alex's to hang out with the kids.
I knocked on Al's bedroom door just in time to kill the 'mood'.
They came down and chit-chatted for about 5 minutes before running upstairs again.
Kids these days, geez.
I was late for work on Saturday morning.
I am flat out incapable of getting to work on time in the morning.
Even if most days I do wake up at nine on my own, on days I have to work I don't.
Work was like 3 hours of my life I'll never get back.
When I got home I had a sweet nap, that felt more productive.
Derrick came to get me and we headed to the punk rock wedding.
A52 is the devil, that place makes me drunk, I swears.
I did however have a great conversation with Diana, that girl is dead hilarious.
Love.
Crystal and KC are the most adorable couple.
Photographic evidence of this fact can be found here.
I couldn't even focus anymore by the end of the night.
I told a friend of mine it was time to go.
Straight downpouring outside, cab called.
The SuperVillian party was pretty tight, lots of cool kids.
Jenna came home from one day only, when I saw her sitting on that couch I lost it.
I was so glad to see her!
Events occured that really fucking sucked.
I cried and yelled outside in the rain for a long time.
Lots of hugs and bullshit and more bullshit.
It ended with me pouring a lot of straight liquor down my thoart and running home.
On the way I got so frustrated I smashed my favorite glass.
I am not the best person at emotions, infact I suck at it.
While trying to explain to friends what happened I found myself blushing, talking about my emotions is like being naked in front of people.
I feel like an idiot in general over the whole ordeal.
The next day at work was pleasant enough.
Me and Abby had a men bitchin' session over candlelight dinner.
It was dead in there, I guess Subway isn't Easter food.
We made soup, pies, cookies, garlic bread, I bought crackers for the soup and we ate all of it.
Amy came to visit too, more bitchin' on my part.
Last night was fun though.
I stole practically raw meat off the grill and ate it, blood dripping down my chin.
I like my steak blue rare what can I say.
Scribbler, Be Bad, Gilbert Switzer, Eric's Trip cover band, HotShotRobot, Windom Earle all played.
I danced most of the night away with a few good friends hanging by my side.
Our set went well I think, the last song ended on a weird note, something went wrong with Laura's keyboard I think.
Gilbert Switzer spun that fucking wheel and won the money.
I couldn't be happier for them, if a band needs and deserves that money its them.
YAY YAY YAY! The celebration was awesome, people hugging and screaming and being ridiculous.
We're back to 200$, I wouldn't mind playing but we have so many damn shows coming up.
I love Reflections, after every set at least one random gay guy comes up to me and tells me they liked the set.
So much fun.
I walked home with the person I fought with on Saturday.
A little fighting, not much, a lot of sad stories.
I told him about my friend Sophia dying.
Maybe I'll tell this thing that story some day, not today though.
Once re-lived is enough for me.
We went swinging in the back of the school on Chebucto.
They took the swings out of commons, therefor making my life miserable.
Swinging late at night in the drizzling rain was fun.
I hope eventually I don't feel so stupid around my friend.
We'll see.