been spending most of our lives living in a gangster's paradise...

i'm going to try to write about today as if i'm not drunk right now, which i totally am, but sometimes shit doesn't go the way you plan it, yo.

okay, so i don't remember anything about today, except that i ate a burrito for lunch, and that i took a test in spanish, which was so-so. also, i did a presentation on meiosis in biology, but that's as much as i can recall right now.

if i hadn't skipped swim practice today, i definitely wouldn't've had these good times.

a recap:

afterschool, i took the 107 home with brian, and once we got off the bus we took a shot of yukon jack's. he played a little guitar for me, and then we headed over to anthony's.

rockstars, yo.

once at anthony's, we each took another shot of yukon (like butterscotch, yo), and then we sort of had a jam session. regardless of what it really and technically should be called, it was fun. roger can play the drums pretty well, for someone who doesn't play the drums on a regular basis. brian, roger, and i did a couple of things, while maurro watched in both awe and confusion.

three asian amateur musicians trying to make something big out of very little.

later on, we waited in the safeway parking lot for minh-tu, amy, and cortney, so they could follow us to tyree's house, because tyree invited us to take on a job offer that his mom setup. so we just chilled in the safeway parking lot for a while, near the gas station, and i came out playing toneless chords, and trying to look cool for the world, because at that point i was sort of relaxed from reality. brain came out afterwards, and played breaking the girl as he had at his house, but it was cooler because we were outdoors and totally careless. the girls finally came, and saw us doing our drunken-thing, but it really didn't matter, because it wasn't like we were trying to impress people other than strangers.

we took shots on the way to tyree's. fuckin' brotherly love fest up in that car, yo.

i was sort of nervous when i got to tyree's house, because i would have had to talk to his mom in an inebriated state, and also because i also needed to use the bathroom.

it turned out to be alright, and i filled out the job application forms to the best of my ability. i'm going to work tomorrow, for some ka-ching. tyree's little tyke brother is a funny little kid.

afterwards, tyree, brian, roger, and i went to roger's house, and played some more guitar for a long while, and ate. chicken in a delicious marinara sauce, with rice.

we decided to go to the dance, because we figured it wouldn't be that bad if we were shitfaced enough, and roger's house happened to have the necessary substances to keep our asses out of sobriety - so we thought.

anthony picked us up from rj's area, and took us to my house, where i put on a dress shirt and got tyree one for himself, because the dance was "semi-formal," and i didn't want to look like a total ass. sure, i was still wearing my jeans and chuck taylor's, but a rockstar's got to do what a rockstar's got to do.

by then, we had been drinking all night, but we finally tasted brian's conconction of coke and malibu, and boy was it good. i used it to chase down the tequila, and by then we had already drank a lot, yet i didn't want to throw-up the good food i had at rj's, so i didn't kill it.

once we got at the dance, it was already evident that the night would not be crackin' from there on out. mr. day thought me an brian were gay, because we bought a couple ticket together, and he first objected to giving us the couple fee, wanting to charge us each the individual amount. he gave us that "you guy's are queer, but i won't say anything because i'm supposeed to be an open-minded type of guy" type of look. the student common's wasn't even a fourth of the way filled, and so the lot of us just sat in the corner, chillin.'

lonely hearts. wallflowers. losers.

hannah hooked me up with some whiskey bottles from her work, and so the dance didn't totally suck for me. i got in a somewhat good state, for the most part, and so things were in a nicely blurred reality for me. brian and tyree left and waited in anthony's car, because they got sick of the uneventful situation. i don't know why, but i was massaging brianna lemmon's scalp for a good portion of the dance, and it was sort of exhilirating to know that i could scratch a girl that way - or please her. i kept telling hannah, who was sitting right beside me, that "this was my calling."

we went to denny's after that. i had a little careless fun with the guys, as well as larry, jenny lyn, and linda. those cats are cool to fuck with.

it was crazy.

renton high school is a school of whores. i hate stupid people, stupid music, and stupid boredeom. tomorrow i work at safeco field, working for the richest man in the world, bill gates. seriously, when the shit hits the fan.....

the end.

p.s. it's my birthday right now, but i could care less.