what day is it?

it was an interesting weekend to say the least. i feel as though i should run through it. i have a terrible memory and thus writing is my only way to remember, perhaps.

monday ruled. minus the bearrrrr at webster hall. so fucking good. i went with like ten of my friends. we pregamed. this was my first time ever being drunk at a show. or before a show?? i was wasted at six in the afternoon. what an awesome feeling. its daylight. i felt like i was doing something wrong? but anyways. we all ate sushi and made it to the show. we were realllly close to the main stage. jammin out hard to wonderful minus the bear. i even put myself in the mini jamsesh pit. it was such a rush because the crowd moved like waves.

tuesday?

so bla bla bla wednesday sorta blew. it was mad dead. nikki and i left early. had THEE most craziest path experience ever. after being followed and cooed at and asked how much we would be together at the same time, some teenie little white-boy lookin doood told them to fuck off. which they did. he annouces he is high on shrooms, from CT, and chats with us and his friend waiting for the train. when we hopped on the train, we were joined buy a few oddly dressed french guys. one who was tall and chubby, wearing thick black frames. they were bumping crystal castles on one of their phones. which led to a path train dance party of threee french drunk doods who spoke terrible english and two tripppin on shrooms CT guys almost grinding. this caused nikki and i to literally just stare. we asked ourselves many times, what is going on?? the world may never know. but i have a video! whooo!

thursday was out of control. a "i'm going to shoot up the school on april 10th" message found written in Dickson hall caused for crazy security. helicoptors, news channels, snipers on roof tops, and 120 cops. yes, one hundred and twenty. they were everywhere. you couldn't get on campous without showing legit MSU ID. cops on buses, in dorms, on motorcycles. everywhere. and the strange part was that it was a beautiful day. so beautiful that there had to be over a hundred kids on campus outside. football games, wiffle ball, frisbee, tanning, ice cream fests, everything. all in the threat of getting killed. what beautiful irony. terribly beautiful. i loved sitting, observing the happiness of everyone who clearly did not let the fear ruin their day. we could die anyday, anytime. we should be enjoying our life more frequently- not just when we feel it is in jeopardy.

friday ruled. worked my ass off first of course. after, nikki and i met up with jacqui and michelle, and jacquis bandmates doc and steve at angels and kings for a few drinks. the bartender jessy ruled really hard and made us drinks that were out of control. i had so many fun, crazy, exotic drinks. two of which were his own creations, and wow so fuckinnn good. i remember having a maih taih (sp), tequilla shots (which i love), a beer, two shots of jessys made mixed drink, a huge glass of something else he created, and a lemon drop? i usuallyy don't mix up my drinks either but shit he made such good drinks i couldn't help but drink them all. funny thing is, i didn't even get fucked up. after our little drink fest we hit the streets. i realized i left my beloved flats in the taxi cab, which was very upsetting. it also meant i had to walk the blockss and aveees in monster platform shoes. once we hit jersey we stopped at a diner. i think i ate eggs. poor doc was sp drunk he just put his head down on the table and snored while we chatted. sooo funny. and to make a long story short we ended up back on campus at seven in the morning. poor nikki had work at nine so stayed up the whole way through.

saturday i slept most of the day away because i had off. i cleaned, folded and organized my dorm which ruled really fuckin hard. it was a mess and even hard to live in. but not no mo! after i cleaned my life up it was time to hit up the paulson, folly, rlgl show. i saw lotsa lovely people. rlgl was gooood as always. paulson was strange for some reason? but the music was banging. and folly fucking owned. they played at least twenty songs. there were bodies everywhere, crowd surfing, moshing, kicking, screaming, throwing, everything. it was out of control. dan and john invited us back to their bandmates pad for a leetle party. i like little house parties because i feel content drinking in them. i dislike getting wasted in the city, although it happens- i just don't like too. but ill people were there so i joined in on the fun. i had to drive too so i sobered up and DD'd my friends. good times.

today blew. minus the salmon i ordered at work. and the 180 bucks i made on serving lazy people food. word.