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[14 Apr 2005|11:10pm] |
so, my first time waking up was at 7:30, to steveo's alarm clock, which he didn't hear, upon going into his room to tell him it was going off, i figured i wouldn't fall back asleep, so i turned mine off. my second time being woke up was by jackie at 10:30, she was telling me to "wake up and get an education, so i get up and get ready and james brought me to daves house. dave made some soup(which is amazing because it like a drink with food in it), and these awesome potatoe things, and we jammed out to some music. dave's dad got to his house at around 11:20 and he brought us to boces to take the tabe test, me and dave then spent 3 hours in the same room working our brains, we had a hottie in front of us though, so it made it ok. when we were done, dave called his dad, and he brought us back to dave's. dave and i thenm listened to more music, and i made it so his phone worked again, and he called james to have him get us, and we couted change and rinced cans so that dave could get smokes. in all this time with dave, i didn't get hit in the nuts once, and he didn't say any shit about me, which brought me to the conclusin that it's the dave+james combination that makes them both be "mean" to me, because i also have a great time when it's just me and james. james showed up, and he fucked with me as i brought stuff out to the car, and he fucked wiht me in the car, we went to price chopper and cashed in the change and cans, and dave got his smokes.
we got home, and things were cool, everyone was chilled and doing their thing, and it was good, until the fucking probation people showed up. they raided the house, and criticized shit, and i just wanted to kill them, then, when they searched my room, some of steve's shit was in there, and they said that i was just using him as a scapegoat to get out of trouble. fuck them!! they took: one of his porn mags, one of his toys, tons of my movies, and pictures of my family!
when they left, we went to the shoppingtown mall, but i didn't get to get the shirt i wanted to, or anything else from hot topic for that matter, but i did get dave a mudvayne wallet, a wristband, and botle caps, and i got me a che guevara wallet and dickies wrist bands.
we got back home to steveo's friends, and they were douchebags.
now i'm on jackie's computer doing this.
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