So last night I'm all ready and we were gonna go in an hr when Kim calls me back up and says that her psycho ex-bf is comin over to her house to argue some more and it totally wrecks up the plans. I'm like, want me to come over too and back you up? :P But it's fine, I dunno what their history is but apparently they do this a lot. She said she'll so make it up to me...and give me those passes to the Guv :)
Since G was goin to see Charlie's Angels, I called her ass up and told her to come pick me up LOL So at least I did get to see it and not by my damn self. But I know she's not gonna deliver on goin out tonight so I'll probably take Pris to go see T3 then watch all the movies she gets for free at work later. It's a movie weekend, kids...I am a party animal. I'll just keep tellin myself there's other weekends...and that I should be doin that essay of mine :P

Yesterday was...bizarre. Just not the usual I guess. Went out for lunch with the mom and bro, which in itself is weird cuz I hardly ever do that unless I'm up for head-bashin torture. Maybe it's my built-up tolerance for my mother's constant lip-flap, but it was actually alright. Plus I wasn't payin LOL
I thought I was gonna go downtown to shop but since I ended up goin to eat with the familia, I figured I was just gonna go later. L calls me and asks me to come over and help dye her hair. I'm like okaaaay but if it turns out like shit, don't blame me! She's a salon wench and has never done it at home herself so me bein the semi-pro, I had to help this poor ignorant dork with dark roots. She has a thing for highlights and was thinkin about goin back to her natural dark brown but I wouldn't let her, noooo! So we spent forever in Shopper's decidin on what colour and what brand and what kit. OMG I spent 9 hrs doin her fuckin hair!! She ended up gettin the highlightin kit with the cap and I dunno how, but hookin her hair thru the stupid holes in the cap took 8 goddamn hrs!!! She just had to get the 'striking all-over look' so that meant doin every freakin hole...there were like 200! And her hair kept snaggin when I pulled it out so I had to stop and comb it out, good lord. Took SO damn long. We had to take breaks. Moved from the bathroom, to the master bedroom, to her room, to the livin room...watched Extreme Ops (Devon Sawa again, heehee!), Ghost Ship, parts of Jackass, a whole Dr. Phil show, plus an entire hr of news (the upstairs TV only worked 2 channels, you know how bored I had to be sittin there pokin holes in a cap to be watchin news). I was like, fuck it, leave your hair in the cap like that and I'll finish it tomorrow! LOL But we finally finished it and it looked alright, better than before at least. But I saw it when her hair was still wet so.
So I got home at almost 2 in the morning. I heard a lot of cop sirens but that's nuthin weird so whatever. Then my mom comes in my room (she likes to wait up and nag me when I get in *rolls eyes*) and says that there's cops outside and a van drove up into the park in front of our house and some guy jumped out. Guess some perp ran and tried to hide in the park or the houses nearby or somethin and they were gettin him. This was like practically on my lawn...and I walk thru that park when I get home from the bus stop after class (it's not even called a park but a 'corners', small with just grass and trees and bushes). Of course, mother takes this opportunity to lecture me about doin things late at night and all the evil bad things that could happen. Geez. I heard, "Turn around" on a loudspeaker and I'm like damn, what's goin on out there? The cars were still out there by the time I went to bed. Crazy.

I spent a whole half an hr in class tonight...I was late (friggin accident on the road, and the slowass transit) plus they were showin yet another film I'd already seen so I jetted. I spent almost half a fuckin hr waitin for the bus that goes onto campus, otherwise known as the C or the F...every one that came by...A...B...E...B again...A again...fuckin hell. And men and their goddamn prickly arm hair!! Why do I keep gettin guys sittin next to me who have hair on their arms that brush against me? I try to move away and sit with my arms as close to me as I can but they seem to like to invade my space. Like, damn, you wanna not be touchin me? But really, what're you supposed to say, "Excuse me, can you move away a bit so your annoyin arm hair won't itch my skin? Thanks." It's simple...wax yourself or just don't sit so close to me. Then we'll all be happy. And the guys who just have to sit with their legs spread like they're givin birth. WTF, you're not at home and no one needs to see that you're airin out your crotch. Unless you're especially visibly wide and heavy, I dunno why dudes feel like they gotta take up more than 1 seat. You'd never think you'd need to tell a guy to close their legs!

I have Sangria-coloured hair again...look out.
I got another tax cheque, wooo! 50 more bucks for me...mama needs some new shoes :)
L and G flopped out on me and we're no longer goin clubbin on Fri...but Sat instead, heehee! And me, Kim, and Cat are still goin Fri LOL But NO DRINKIN!! So G decides to go make plans to watch Charlie's Angels on Fri without me. Who's gonna watch it with me now? Poops.
School's a piece of shit, I gotta deal with all this enrolment crap, class is boring, and I'm cuttin out early tonight.
Thank you, that is all.

I did nuthin but lie around the house today cuz I just feel like crap. Sat, OMG, Sat...Kim's party was fun stuff. But that girl I tell ya, kept pushin drinks on me. Good times tho, gettin to see her and Cat and Fish again...and all her other peeps. I can't believe these kids, man. Drinkin and smokin and droppin e when the rents are away LOL I'm really stupid, not eatin anythin before but AFTER havin all that booze, even tho it WAS a BBQ. And I didn't even remember to bring my Gravol with me. So you can guess what happened. If I smell coconut ever again, I'll heave. I'm assumin it was cuz I had a bit of alcohol, plus I didn't eat and I didn't pop my pills...and probably cuz I mixed my liquors. So 2 strong amaretto & Sprites, 2 coconut rum & pineapple juices, and a Barcardi Silver later (I dunno about these drinks, Kim made them and gave them to me), I though I was doin alright. I wasn't fallin down drunk or anythin but I swear to god I could not feel my lips. And I was goin cross-eyed LOL I'm like, Fish, what colour is my face? She's like, yeah you're gettin red. Figured. Kim spilled my drink that was on the ground on my foot. I'm like aw dammit...I dunno whether I was upset about the drink goin to waste or gettin my foot wet LOL She's like, come on I'll spray you off, and got the hose. Got my jeans wet too. Good thing I was wearin flip flops. Why is it that I always get a drink spilled on me at every party I go to??
G called me and I had no idea what she was sayin. I'm all, what? I can't hear you! She's like, it's your phone! I'm like, what're you talkin about, I'm outside. "Anyway, do you wanna go to the Street Fest tomorrow?" "What? Where? What? LOL I'm kinda drunk right now." She's like, geez! I'll call you tomorrow! :P
So we're all in the livin room watchin TV and I'm startin to fall asleep on the couch, sittin up. I was kinda passed out but I could kinda still hear voices and the ppl outside were comin in and askin them if I was sleepin. I think I felt somebody flickin my knee or somethin. I woke up later and everybody's lookin at me. I think I was hit the hardest outta everybody, except Dave or whatever his name is who was downin 40's of Corona like water. Yeah so I puked 3 times at Kim's house. The last time, I came out and was like, I'm really tired of pukin :P I can't find my bracelet. I think I left it at Kim's...for some reason while I was in the bathroom, I felt the need to take off all my rings and watch and stuff on the floor.
OMG 9 months without pukin and there I was. I'd gone 9 months. Damn. That was pure hell...I almost forgot what it was like, and I was rudely reminded. I was feelin sleepy again and I wanted to lay out on the couch but all the seats were taken up so I went to the other room and slept on that couch. Apparently nobody noticed this. Fish realized she hadn't seen me for a while and asked Cat to go check on me in the bathroom. She's like, she's not in there. Then they all got in a spazz about where I was cuz they couldn't find me. I could hear them talkin but I was too tired to even make a noise. They were all like, "Well if she's not in the bathroom, where is she?" "Maybe she's in the basement." "Why would she be downstairs with my brother and his friends?" "Then where would she be? She didn't walk home, did she??" They started freakin out that I might've gone outside and be runnin up the streets by myself in the middle of the night LOL Guess they didn't figure to look in the other room cuz I was in the dark and all. Fish finally walked in there and was like, look where she is. And there's me nappin peacefully :) Ppl were startin to jet later so she came and woke me to go home. But then she didn't trust me to walk even tho she lived the next street over and I'm like a block away. She takes a look at me and is like, alright can somebody drive her home? So a couple ppl walked and the rest of us were in the car and since Kim was fallin asleep too, Cat stayed over esp since the guys downstairs were still goin at it. "Somebody's gotta watch those monkeys!" LOL
Holy shit, when I got home, I puked 7 or 8 more times (don't remember)....for a grand total of 10 for the night. Yes I counted, cuz I remember my record for 9 when I had the stomach flu. WELL! I broke that one! Thought I was gonna die. I popped 2 and a half Gravols and nuthin. All it usually takes it 1. I can now honestly say I've never puked that much in my life. I woke up like every 2 hrs to throw up so I didn't get decent sleep all night. I remember seein the sun bein up. After like the 5th time, I'm like great, here we go again...gettin that killer nauseous feelin, roll outta bed, head to the bathroom. Then I slept downstairs on the couch just to be closer to the bathroom that no one would be usin. I think I literally puked all my guts out cuz that's sure what it felt like. The last trip I'm like, that's fuckin it! This is the absolute last time dammit! No more pukin! (Talkin to myself there) And that was the last time, thank goodness. My poor liver...musta been seriously poisoned to hurl all that bile. I know I know, ewww! LOL So even tho I know I can take Gravols, I'm cuttin down that shit FOR REAL this time, I swear!! I'm not goin thru that shit ever again...it's back to the no booze vow except I can have just a little :P