I was laying in bed, high, tired, texting and watching shark shows, and brandon calls me. he is one of the ushers from work, a little on the slow side. people only invite him somewhere to make fun of him or make him do stupid shit. and he calls, and calls, and calls. finally I answer, and he needs me to come pick him up. he's drunk and throwing up still, covered in vomit and piss. great. says some guys pissed on him. who knows. I pick my friend ryan up on the way and he brings towels and new clothes. brandon admits he lost it to a stripper, wasted money at the stripclub, and is now over a thousand bucks in debt. at that point, I could only shake my head. I mean, really...what the hell, dude. dropped brandon off to a very pissed off mother. she thinks he's a meth head. it doesn't matter, that kid needs a good talking to. and maybe shouldn't be let out of the house for a while. it's sad that people take advantage of someone's vulnerability and ignorance. but really, he's not that ignorant. he must know these people fuck with him. but then again, he is sort of crazy...who knows. who knows. I just feel bad.
I wanted to be sleeping at this moment, but whatever. so it goes.
I have to wake up in a fucking hour anyway. my mom's waking me up early for my registration. gotta be prepared, gotta be ready. fuck school, it already sucks.
the other night ashley and I went to a party and saw some friends. hung out with tyler and steven after, that was interesting. our friendship is a lot stronger and greater than I thought. I am glad I found her amongst all the annoying people in buena park.
but, unfortunately, she moved to thousand oaks on sunday. I am super bummed. now, I have no one to smoke with and drive around and be goofballs with. to go to panera bread, to smoke and go to work, to make fun of fellow employees. I wish we became friends earlier in high school. but then again, sometimes I don't because I don't think we'd appreciate each other like we do now. I'm glad knowing we'll always be friends, though. and I know we'll commute to each other.
man. this past weekend has been great.
my parents went away to the river, so having the house to myself was nice, as always. went to see the growlers with sheilahn and julian. smoked and hung out, 'twas very fun. all the bands were pretty good, the lights were sweet. growlers ruled, but played a short set. sheilahn swore the last time we went that she would take her bra off and throw it at brooks, but she didn't. fortunately, she pulled through this time. took it right off and threw it at him, and it landed right on the mic. she got it back, and I hope she hangs it on her wall. she was stoked, it was too funny. I love sheilahn.
then, on sunday, my parents called and informed me they were on their way home. ashley was over with her kitty. at this point, ashley couldn't keep the cat, and I was thinking about asking my parents. it's a four hour drive home from the river, so I decided to make ashley help me clean my closet out before they got home. it takes me months to clean out my closet, and it's still not clean when I do. it took ashley and I three hours. that's fucking amazing. no one understands what a burden that closet has been on me. now, it's spotless and organized. a wave of relief washes over me each time I open my closet doors. a pleasant reminder: no more problems. my parents come home, and I show my mom my room. we surprise the cat on her, and then I plead my case as to why I want to take care of the cat. only took me like twenty minutes, but she was on my side. I then took the cat to my dad's room, where he instantly said no, but only ten minutes later he was already talking about what to feed the cat and how to take care of it. so now I have a kitten!! I changed his name to boots, because his feet are so cute. we've already bonded and I promised ashley I'd take good care of him. when he sleeps in my arms, it's just the most heartwarming thing.
although, jerry is pissed at me. and it's breaking my heart. he won't even come on my bed anymore because of boots. over time, I hope he forgives me and we all get along. but watching him walk up to my doorway and give me those eyes, as if he's saying, "how could you?" and turns and walks away with his head hung low. it's killing me.
I saw charlie st. cloud tonight with cassie, bobby and michael. I thought it was a really good movie, and efron is a beautiful thing. I don't care what you say, that movie was good and efron rules.
oh, also, I now have over $700 worth of american apparel clothes...for free. from the sweetest guy I've ever met. I am the happiest camper right now.
I have a baby kitty in my arms, a shitload of new clothes, a beautiful clean closet, and everything else isn't so bad. this week should be pretty decent. registering today, hanging with josh on wednesday, going to the fair with cassie and ramsey and friends on thursday, and I close on friday but hopefully I get off early because I want to go to a show in whittier.
oh, also, in twenty minutes these guys are coming to insulate my walls. finally, holy shit. unfortunately they're a little late, since summer's coming to an end. but whatever. still stoked on it, now winter won't suck as hard.
things are pretty good. I guess I'll try to fall asleep. but there's probably no point in trying.
fuck. maybe I'll sleep all day today. maybe.
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