I'll try to keep this up.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Alright back to work.

I think like, two days before New Years Eve, Pat and I went to his ex-girlfriend Rene's house for some party. When we and Rexon got there, there was no one there except Rene's sister and some 25 year old dudes. So it was awkward. Even more awkward because I don't know Rene anyway, I just wanted to drink. One of the old dudes with a beard, BP I think his name was, was pretty cool and talkative and we talked about music. There were a ton of people from high school there that I never talked to before. Pat and I sat in chairs and got drunk and talked to random people. One girl freaked out about Pat becoming famous, haha. I talked to some girl, Noelle, about SOMETHING for a really long time in Rene's kitchen until Pat told me that we were going to Philly to see Sasha. So me, him, Rexon, and this kid Sam something from the GSA (random!) got in the car and Pat drove to Philly. I honestly don't know how we got there and back without dying, because Pat was DRUNK. This actually spurred us to decide that Pat has to stop drunk driving, and I think he's stayed to it so far. Anyway, we get to Philly and end up at this girl Deja's apartment, and Sasha wasn't there. So I lean up against the wall, and suddenly it's been a half an hour and some art fags are playing bongos and guitar and shit in my face and I don't know what the fuck is going on except that I hate art kid parties, so we bailed and ended back at Rene's again.

When I was dying and trying to sleep with my hood over my head, I had a nice little talk with Dave Lestino. He was telling me that the Gay-Straight Alliance actually changed Moorestown. He said before, being gay in high school was just something you couldn't talk about, but after me and others started it, being gay in Moorestown isn't a problem anymore. I felt really fucking good after that talk. I really felt like I actually made a difference in life with something I made. It was great.

Oh, random side note. Nintendo DS has taken over my life. Pat and I bought them about a week ago. We both already beat Castlevania. And I lost my Mario Cart, but had an awesome scheming plan to get it back for free. I'll get to that later. But I play it way too much, it's just too much fun.

So anyway, New Years Eve. I get done work at 9:30, and Paris and Sam are outside in the parking lot waiting for me. We wait around in the cold for Pat to show up, then we eventually start driving to Rowan to Scott McVey and Nelson's apartment. They live right next to a police station and when we got there, they had a 21 foot beer bong hanging out the window. I got there and Melissa King was at the top of the stairs and like "HEY DAN YOST YOU HATE ME" and i'm like "dude we fixed that yeaaars ago" so she and I talked for a bit and then some other stuff happened. Those events ended up mading "Dude, I didn't DO ANYTHING" my phrase of the night. I saw some awesome dudes there too. Amanda was there, and I saw Rob for the first time in like a year, and Doug was there too. Oh, and Nelson had just gotten his appendix out the night before. I touched one of the staples on his gut, it was weird. He got mad at Justin Lee about something and said he'd forgive him if he "just licked the staples. Come on, just lick them."

Ummm what else happened. I pitied Paris into a new years kiss. Oh yeah JB showed up with a ton of cold pizza that I ate a ton of anyway. Oh, and me and Scott McVey were the losingest beer pong team, Team We Look Alike Often But Not At The Moment. Pat and Doug were in every beer bong team, even though Rob Savarese made the ultimate comeback and won the game by himself. The dog kept barking at Sam. I drank a ton of beers. Ended up trying to sleep in a bunch of places and it just kept not happening. Like really loud super nintendo music playing or something kicking in scott mcvey's door and breaking it.

So eventually, we really try to sleep, and this was my favorite, funniest part of the night. I tried sleeping on the couch but got yelled at so I slept on the floor next to it. Then Paris and Pat took the big couch, and Keith was on the smaller couch. Then somehow beer got spilled next to me, so i wiped it up and put it on Paris's face, and then went and slept behind the couch. Then for the next, oh, 4 hours, something happened every fucking minute to keep me from sleeping. Keith kept shouting out the most RETARDED shit but it was so funny if you know him. I don't think anyone can understand or even appreciate Keith's words without knowing him. "aw man this is so gay, once the sun comes up i'm totally not going to be able to sleep. i'm all goign to be all awake. GOD it's so bright this is so gay!" He said something so fucking weird and pat was just like "KEITH. WHAT ARE YOU." And I noted that Keith is a master of the english langauge, and Pat was like "yeah, you only say like five words." and Keith is like "Seriously, I know. Douchebag. Fag. Gay. All. Fag."

No one else is going to find that funny except me and Paris but it sucks for you. So anyway, then there'd be people kicking in doors or Scott McVey walking around in his underwear or people yelling HAPPY NEW YEAR from across the hall or Paris whining about not being tired or ANYTHING just to make sure I didn't sleep. So then, all of the sudden, Pat Keith and Paris who wouldn't shut up for like two horus when I wanted to sleep decide that they want to sleep. And I say FUCK THAT. So I get up, get a peice of pizza, sit on the couch where Pat and Paris are trying to sleep, and just eat loudly and stare at them. And this was at like 6 in the morning. Then I start saying and doinging dumb shit, like "WHO WANTS TO GO FOR A BRISK MORNING JOG" and crashing aroudn the kitchen loudly or trying to hold full conversations with sleeping people and farting and poking paris in the face with leftovers and drinking water very loudly. Then after about an hour of ruining everyone's life, I finally go to bed from like 7 until 11. That's when Nelson walked around screaming "BREAKFAST TIME." Me and Pat got in the car and I said "That was a night." and that pretty much summed up New Years. I'm sure alot more happened but I've been typing this shit forever and I'm pretty bored of it. I'll catch up to present day eventually.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

hahahahaha dude i laughed so hard reading that

4:24 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i think what we learned here is that you three are the worst guys to sleep with. ever. especially you with your fucking pizza and beer-soaked paper towels.
gahahahahha but it was hilarious so i forgive you. love you dbag

paris

10:22 AM

 
Blogger Daniel said...

i wish people said who they were

and paris let's go for a brisk morning jog

3:34 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

haha me and doug were beer Pong champs not beer Bong thats was me alone



----pat

7:41 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i'll go jogging with you on the morning after danuary, when you're trying to sleep and i get restless at 6am. we'll see who's laughing then.
PARIS FUCKING DAY

& don't make it sound like pat and doug were any good at beer pong, sam and i dueled them in like, 5 sudden death rounds which lasted roughly 10 hours kthnx.

12:20 AM

 

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