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Friday the 13th? Pfft.
Jun. 14th, 2003 09:11 amOkay, so before I bitch, I'll write about yesterday.
Woke up, loafed around, played Midnight Club 2, TJ came home, went and got my check. Went out to my mom's. The dickhead looked over the car. Still gotta get it fixed. Feh. Mom cashed check. Didn't take any money. Gasp! Went out to the Rib Burn Off. Blew $15 on admission ($8 for me, $7 for TJ cause she had a Hot101 thing), scored myself my DELECIOUS, GIANT cinnamon roll. With extraextra icing. *pleased* And bought TJ some ribs. :D She was happy. Went over to the mall, wandered around. Hot Topic's have it's 50% clearance sale -this- weekend, instead of next. Feh! *fistshakes* Decided, around 8PM or so that we were gonna go raving. Enter an hour long drive to Akron (well, Tallmadge), another 5-10 minutes of -finding- the place (we always have that problem) plus a mini storm. We get there, it's nice. Held in a sweet, modified garage-type place. It was small, though. But the people were nice. Didn't get to dance as much as I wanted too, though. Couldn't get into the music. Was all house, and I, apparently, don't like House to the point that I can groove to all of it. Ah well. Sketched on a big canvas they had set up for people to tag. Draw a cute pic of Angel and Keeper. I look away for a few minutes, and someone fucking painted over it. >_< I can't even begin to tell you how pissed I was. I -do not- like it when my shit is drawn over or fucked up or anything. I can deal with it being copied and shit, but not that. Augh. Everyone else had the sense to respect the other paintings, and mine was so small. >_< Anyhow. Played with a -gorgeous-, super-friendly Bumese Python (I think that's what it was). He was big, but a sweeties and kept curling around my arm and scared me when I looked away and he was up near my face. XD Watched some breakdancers, watched some glowstick twirling (and it's a suprise no one got thwacked o_o), got slammed into the large, metal table I was standing near when two guys got into a fight (not suprising, said TJ, considering who it was. -- two black guys. or, at least one was black), my ass hurts as a result of that. Augh. Hung around until 2:30AM, then decided I was getting too tired. So we headed out. Enter in hour long drive home in -dense- fog, down long streches of creepy country road, and trying to keep TJ from falling asleep. Came home, and promptly crashed.
So, all in all, it was pretty nice. I really have no gripes about the actual party itself. And the people there were cool.
Now, though? My body's regretting I even had the thought to go out last night. My ass hurts, my sides hurt, my legs hurt, everything -aches-.
And on top of that, TJ got called into work this morning cause Melanie called off. Which means both of us are up long before we should have been. I just hope TJ doesn't pull the split shift Sherri said she could. :P
I need to clean Streaky's cage today...and...um...maybe take a bath. And take Taylor outside if it's nice enough.
*dies* x_x
Woke up, loafed around, played Midnight Club 2, TJ came home, went and got my check. Went out to my mom's. The dickhead looked over the car. Still gotta get it fixed. Feh. Mom cashed check. Didn't take any money. Gasp! Went out to the Rib Burn Off. Blew $15 on admission ($8 for me, $7 for TJ cause she had a Hot101 thing), scored myself my DELECIOUS, GIANT cinnamon roll. With extraextra icing. *pleased* And bought TJ some ribs. :D She was happy. Went over to the mall, wandered around. Hot Topic's have it's 50% clearance sale -this- weekend, instead of next. Feh! *fistshakes* Decided, around 8PM or so that we were gonna go raving. Enter an hour long drive to Akron (well, Tallmadge), another 5-10 minutes of -finding- the place (we always have that problem) plus a mini storm. We get there, it's nice. Held in a sweet, modified garage-type place. It was small, though. But the people were nice. Didn't get to dance as much as I wanted too, though. Couldn't get into the music. Was all house, and I, apparently, don't like House to the point that I can groove to all of it. Ah well. Sketched on a big canvas they had set up for people to tag. Draw a cute pic of Angel and Keeper. I look away for a few minutes, and someone fucking painted over it. >_< I can't even begin to tell you how pissed I was. I -do not- like it when my shit is drawn over or fucked up or anything. I can deal with it being copied and shit, but not that. Augh. Everyone else had the sense to respect the other paintings, and mine was so small. >_< Anyhow. Played with a -gorgeous-, super-friendly Bumese Python (I think that's what it was). He was big, but a sweeties and kept curling around my arm and scared me when I looked away and he was up near my face. XD Watched some breakdancers, watched some glowstick twirling (and it's a suprise no one got thwacked o_o), got slammed into the large, metal table I was standing near when two guys got into a fight (not suprising, said TJ, considering who it was. -- two black guys. or, at least one was black), my ass hurts as a result of that. Augh. Hung around until 2:30AM, then decided I was getting too tired. So we headed out. Enter in hour long drive home in -dense- fog, down long streches of creepy country road, and trying to keep TJ from falling asleep. Came home, and promptly crashed.
So, all in all, it was pretty nice. I really have no gripes about the actual party itself. And the people there were cool.
Now, though? My body's regretting I even had the thought to go out last night. My ass hurts, my sides hurt, my legs hurt, everything -aches-.
And on top of that, TJ got called into work this morning cause Melanie called off. Which means both of us are up long before we should have been. I just hope TJ doesn't pull the split shift Sherri said she could. :P
I need to clean Streaky's cage today...and...um...maybe take a bath. And take Taylor outside if it's nice enough.
*dies* x_x
