little dirty dirty down by school

how did the night start? marc and i were drinking good beer and draped ourselves around my parents' hand me down furniture while watching saturday night live. it had all the evident references toward a typical shitty saturday night where i wind up thinking it would be a good idea to dress like 1997 senior prom and go to joe's where everyone stares and then i cry in the bathroom and a biker comes in and consoles me. but no. got a phone call saying there was a party around amelia's house again.

jay, his gf and tim came over and we gossiped. mainly though everyone else was being reasonable and i somehow drank fifty drops too many and had not realized it until i was blabbering about velcro while everyone was talking bout haystacks or whatever. bla bla, the point is that the original house party moved twice before it ended up a block from my little apartment.
we wound up at chloe and deathany's house which is RIGHT BEHIND MIIIIIIIINE!!!! mine is 218 vassar dr. se and theirs is 217 girard bla bla se so we walked there.
marc found his friend, layton, at the house sitting on a porch couch. turns out he's sleeping with chloe and he reminds me of jeremy sisto:
who is in six feet under, the bad husband from waitress and some guy in clueless. they chatted it up all night and we saw his leg tattoo done by alex pinto. alex is gonna do marc's chest tattoo. please tattoo hair on your chest, marc.
steph showed up and i stole her a beer. she made her necklace.
calvin and his bro were there and i yelled I GOT YOUR NUMBER CALVINNNNN! at the top of my lungs and it's pretty much the most embarrassing thing i've done in 2008. whether i yelled it to his face or down the street at the beat up honda is unclear. the fact that i actually do have his number is quite trivial considering that he will pay ten dollars extra on his phone bill just to block my phone calls.
johnny showed up with a few crackheads and there's his girlfriend. deathany got home from what i assume was work or something and was pretty fucking pissed that twenty people were sitting on her stuff.
so even though i wasn't barfy i was still completely horrified the next morning by how much i drank and the retarded things i blurted out and yeah whatevs i'd better get all this yaya out of my system by the time i'm 25. yeah right. i had some strange memory of talking to simon about quilty toilet paper and how we both love scott brand and how i invited rajan over to my house at 3 in the morning and other hazy things that don't make any sense.

skyler was also there and at the end of the night i asked him to dance and when he started dancing in the middle of the living room, i just walked away to eat a lollipop. and that was the other thing. i've become like an unstoppable candy robot lately. i possibly could have found that lollipop on the rug and eaten it. what have i becommmmmme? i should ask bill how he deals with it. we all left to go home and steph came over to my place and basically she was quite loquacious contrary to my blood red eyeballs and constant yawning.

it was like five in the a.m. and i had been awake for twenty six hours.