Tomorrow, I kind of promise.
8====D
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
MY BIRTHDAY. ITS IN A WEEK.
I'm pretty fucking stoked. I kind of want to throw a house party though. Thing is, my parents would want to be there. I'm sure they'd be cool with us drinking and shit, but I don't know how my friends would feel about mommy and daddy being there, despite that they wouldn't really be lame. I don't really know I guess. I wanna do it, I just don't know if I could pull it off.
My mom and other brother stayed the night at the hospital again. Dad has work. So me and Luke have been here all day just being awesome. It's been pretty cool. Tomorrow I have my driving test. Hopefully I can pass this one. I'm pretty worried though. I have to wear my glasses. That's not why I'm worried, though. I don't know why I'm worried.
We've been ridiculous today, so I'm thinking WKUK references.
JUMP ON IT, JUMP ON IT! On what? My dick.
Freki
My mom and other brother stayed the night at the hospital again. Dad has work. So me and Luke have been here all day just being awesome. It's been pretty cool. Tomorrow I have my driving test. Hopefully I can pass this one. I'm pretty worried though. I have to wear my glasses. That's not why I'm worried, though. I don't know why I'm worried.
We've been ridiculous today, so I'm thinking WKUK references.
JUMP ON IT, JUMP ON IT! On what? My dick.
Freki
Sunday, September 12, 2010
OH DAMN.
I totally have an excuse for not posting yesterday: Hospital slumber party.
It was rad as hell. We stayed up and ate candy and watched X-Men Origins and XXX and played video games with the coolest little cancer survivor in the whole damn world in celebration of his last Chemo treatment. HELL YEAH. He's one tough motherfucker, and I was surprised at how much the doctors had told him about the whole thing, since he's only in second grade. I honestly doubt I'd be half as chill about it as he is.
I thought it was some kind of irony that as I was getting over my rum-induced hangover the night before last, my mom was puking up rum she had just drank. I didn't know intolerancy to rum was in my blood. I mean, I'd still have drank it either way, but I do feel a lot better about it now knowing that I had more than her and I held it all in. I was just fucked up. Did you know that when you have a hangover, your body takes water from everywhere else in your body, even your brain, to rehydrate you?
I was driving everyone to the liquor store too, because I was the only sober one. I'd much rather be shitfaced and driving than hungover and driving, I'll tell you what.
SPEAKING OF DRIVING, GUESS WHAT I'M TRYING FOR THE THIRD TIME ON TUESDAY? OHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH. I feel like this might go well, cause the test is gonna be in Bennett with Mrs. Pippin, an English teacher that I never had but teaches at my school. She taught me how to drive around Brighton today though. It was pretty cool and she said I did pretty good and I'm probably gonna pass her test. YAAAAAY. Then we just have to wait in line at the DMV to get the actual license. I'm pretty stoked though. And if I DO fail, it won't be driving out to Hugo twenty Goddamn times.
I don't really feel like I owe the internet two cocks, to be honest, just cause I'm fucking sleepy.
You actually barely get one at all. Nanner, nanner.
Fuck yeah? Fuck yeah!
-Freki
It was rad as hell. We stayed up and ate candy and watched X-Men Origins and XXX and played video games with the coolest little cancer survivor in the whole damn world in celebration of his last Chemo treatment. HELL YEAH. He's one tough motherfucker, and I was surprised at how much the doctors had told him about the whole thing, since he's only in second grade. I honestly doubt I'd be half as chill about it as he is.
I thought it was some kind of irony that as I was getting over my rum-induced hangover the night before last, my mom was puking up rum she had just drank. I didn't know intolerancy to rum was in my blood. I mean, I'd still have drank it either way, but I do feel a lot better about it now knowing that I had more than her and I held it all in. I was just fucked up. Did you know that when you have a hangover, your body takes water from everywhere else in your body, even your brain, to rehydrate you?
I was driving everyone to the liquor store too, because I was the only sober one. I'd much rather be shitfaced and driving than hungover and driving, I'll tell you what.
SPEAKING OF DRIVING, GUESS WHAT I'M TRYING FOR THE THIRD TIME ON TUESDAY? OHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH. I feel like this might go well, cause the test is gonna be in Bennett with Mrs. Pippin, an English teacher that I never had but teaches at my school. She taught me how to drive around Brighton today though. It was pretty cool and she said I did pretty good and I'm probably gonna pass her test. YAAAAAY. Then we just have to wait in line at the DMV to get the actual license. I'm pretty stoked though. And if I DO fail, it won't be driving out to Hugo twenty Goddamn times.
I don't really feel like I owe the internet two cocks, to be honest, just cause I'm fucking sleepy.
You actually barely get one at all. Nanner, nanner.
Fuck yeah? Fuck yeah!
-Freki
Friday, September 10, 2010
Holy. Shit.
Today was awesome.
I'm still feeling it. Had rum and cream soda with the best bartender under eighteen, watched Paris Hilton's my new BFF, went back to school, nearly pissed myself in Spanish trying to figure out how to ask to go to the bathroom, Danielle helped me out with that hardcore, laid on the couch in the senior lounge all fourth hour, went straight to lunch and failed miserably at eating, got made fun of by Jesse for failing so much at eating and I could tell Caleb was just dying to make fun of me too, stuffed crackers in my shirt pocket, ate them and some pills in art, went to band and had more pills, went to trig and kicked ass, got on the bus, talked to three of the coolest people I know, now I'm home and I am STARVING. Break? Oh, hell yeah.
Moral of the story? Despite Jose Gold and whatever kind of rum that was both having a 40% ABV, they are completely different drinks and rum fucks me the hell up.
My bed just feels so awesome right now. I wanna pass out like three times in a row. But I'm home alone now. Should I waste this? I don't even know. I'm gonna eat this shit and see where life takes me.
FUCK YEAH
I fucking love life,
Freki.
I'm still feeling it. Had rum and cream soda with the best bartender under eighteen, watched Paris Hilton's my new BFF, went back to school, nearly pissed myself in Spanish trying to figure out how to ask to go to the bathroom, Danielle helped me out with that hardcore, laid on the couch in the senior lounge all fourth hour, went straight to lunch and failed miserably at eating, got made fun of by Jesse for failing so much at eating and I could tell Caleb was just dying to make fun of me too, stuffed crackers in my shirt pocket, ate them and some pills in art, went to band and had more pills, went to trig and kicked ass, got on the bus, talked to three of the coolest people I know, now I'm home and I am STARVING. Break? Oh, hell yeah.
Moral of the story? Despite Jose Gold and whatever kind of rum that was both having a 40% ABV, they are completely different drinks and rum fucks me the hell up.
My bed just feels so awesome right now. I wanna pass out like three times in a row. But I'm home alone now. Should I waste this? I don't even know. I'm gonna eat this shit and see where life takes me.
FUCK YEAH
I fucking love life,
Freki.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
EPISODE TWO: FUCK YEAH!
Okay, I just got a new shirt. I'm in a great mood.
I mean, yeah, it's a guy's shirt that I found in the clothes no one wants here, but it was BRAND NEW. It looks pretty hot on me, I think. ;D
Tomorrow is Friday, and no pep band which is a total fuck yeah. I liked band SO MUCH before but I'm just not digging it whatsoever anymore. I'm probably going to ask the counselor in the morning if I can drop it. Otherwise I'm dropping it second semester. SHIT SUCKS.
But I'm obsessssssed with Super Smash Bros. right now, likely thanks to those new kids bringing it up. And I have not stopped listening to Ministry's Early Trax album. I don't know why. But it's been sooooooooooo good.
Daily cock? Oh, right, okay.
FUCK YEAH PAINT.
Yeah, it looks fucking retarded.
Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll,
~Freki
I mean, yeah, it's a guy's shirt that I found in the clothes no one wants here, but it was BRAND NEW. It looks pretty hot on me, I think. ;D
Tomorrow is Friday, and no pep band which is a total fuck yeah. I liked band SO MUCH before but I'm just not digging it whatsoever anymore. I'm probably going to ask the counselor in the morning if I can drop it. Otherwise I'm dropping it second semester. SHIT SUCKS.
But I'm obsessssssed with Super Smash Bros. right now, likely thanks to those new kids bringing it up. And I have not stopped listening to Ministry's Early Trax album. I don't know why. But it's been sooooooooooo good.
Daily cock? Oh, right, okay.
FUCK YEAH PAINT.
Yeah, it looks fucking retarded.
Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll,
~Freki
Monday, September 6, 2010
OH SHIT: IT'S LIKE SEASON TWO.
EXCEPT SEASON ONE IS NO WHERE TO BE FOUND.
KEKEKEKEKE
I wanna do this shit again. It was fucking awesome and I'm in an all-around FUCK YEAH mood, so shit ain't gonna be angsty with a side of dicks. It's gonna be more like I LOVE FUCKING LIFE with a side of MASSIVE VEINY COCKS.
Season one review: Shit was going downhill, so I drew cocks and bitched about life to get my mind off of it.
Post-season one: Shit sucked, got over it, some shock went down, didn't give a damn, school started.
Season Two Prologue:
Shit rocks. Been in school for three weeks now, and it's been great. I mean, English 121 and Accounting... something kind of suck, but everything else is absolutely diggable. Psych 101 is the coolest class ever, like, I actually learn shit. Band is FUCKING PEP BAND RIGHT NOW. Drawing is incredible, because I get to show off. Oh. Spanish. Spanish can suck a cock. I'm kicking ass in Trig. I was invited to be a goddamn mathlete.
I stopped having regrets. I mean, I never had regrets until all that shit went down, and I don't want that to be the big thing that made my life. Everything that I've done - the people I've met, the words I've said, the things I've done - it was all worth where I am now, and I love where I am now. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.
I'm on the road to doing exactly what I want in life. Tattooing is more addicting than I expected. Just holding the machine, and feeling the weight of it is exciting. The buzz gets my adrenaline going, and it's the best feeling in the world to know I put something onto someone that is going to last forever. In, like, two years I'm going to be in art school. It's going to be incredible!
SO, WHAT UP? YOU WAITED SO LONG, SO STOP DEBATING. I'M BACK, I'M ON THE RAG AND OVULATING.
I DREW THIS FOR MY DEAR FRIEND NATHAN'S BIRTHDAY TODAY. 8D
I think I'm going to have to only do one a day to avoid failing school. 8D
PEACE, BITCHES.
SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK N' ROLL,
Freki
KEKEKEKEKE
I wanna do this shit again. It was fucking awesome and I'm in an all-around FUCK YEAH mood, so shit ain't gonna be angsty with a side of dicks. It's gonna be more like I LOVE FUCKING LIFE with a side of MASSIVE VEINY COCKS.
Season one review: Shit was going downhill, so I drew cocks and bitched about life to get my mind off of it.
Post-season one: Shit sucked, got over it, some shock went down, didn't give a damn, school started.
Season Two Prologue:
Shit rocks. Been in school for three weeks now, and it's been great. I mean, English 121 and Accounting... something kind of suck, but everything else is absolutely diggable. Psych 101 is the coolest class ever, like, I actually learn shit. Band is FUCKING PEP BAND RIGHT NOW. Drawing is incredible, because I get to show off. Oh. Spanish. Spanish can suck a cock. I'm kicking ass in Trig. I was invited to be a goddamn mathlete.
I stopped having regrets. I mean, I never had regrets until all that shit went down, and I don't want that to be the big thing that made my life. Everything that I've done - the people I've met, the words I've said, the things I've done - it was all worth where I am now, and I love where I am now. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.
I'm on the road to doing exactly what I want in life. Tattooing is more addicting than I expected. Just holding the machine, and feeling the weight of it is exciting. The buzz gets my adrenaline going, and it's the best feeling in the world to know I put something onto someone that is going to last forever. In, like, two years I'm going to be in art school. It's going to be incredible!
SO, WHAT UP? YOU WAITED SO LONG, SO STOP DEBATING. I'M BACK, I'M ON THE RAG AND OVULATING.
I DREW THIS FOR MY DEAR FRIEND NATHAN'S BIRTHDAY TODAY. 8D
I think I'm going to have to only do one a day to avoid failing school. 8D
PEACE, BITCHES.
SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK N' ROLL,
Freki
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