me, kevin, and heather went to taco bell. why? I don't know.
so eventually we were sitting there talking about things that make no sense, and lots of really weird stuff that I can't quite remember.
kevin was the only one with his trash still. it was sitting there, mocking me. I couldn't take it anymore.
me: kevin throw your crap away.
kevin: no. I don't feel like it.
me: but it wants you to. it told me.
kevin: you can't hear my trash!
me: sure I can. I could also hear my trash when it told me to throw it away- thats why I threw mine away, by the way, not because you told me to. I can hear my own trash.
kevin: but you can't hear mine! because its my trash! but your trash didn't say anything. I didn't hear it.
me: you can only hear your own trash, remember?
kevin: yeah, but I paid for that food, so I can hear the trash....technically, its my trash.
me: we're getting off topic here. your trash wants to be thrown away.
heather: (speaking as trash) "throw me away!!!!!"
kevin: my trash doesn't sound like that.
heather: (growly-like) "throw me away!"
kevin: that just sounds like a rapist.
me: well, the rapist wants you to throw him away.
and so we've come full circle :)
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this past Saturday was my first drumline competition of this season. we thought we did awful- there were like 3 different tempos going on at once, and we were hardly ever together, but, somehow, we got second place.
while there I had a dr. pepper, 2 mountain dews, some skittles, and a pack of blue sour punch straws.
now, this didn't affect me too much because I'm used to soda and candy.
on the way home we stopped at a convenience store, and I had six bucks burning a whole in my pocket. I decided that since I've never had an energy drink before, I was going to buy a Monster. I had to ask a few people what the best kind was, and then set my sights on a green bfc.
if you don't know much about Monster, a BFC is 32 fluid ounces of energy drink, so you can probably figure out what BFC stands for. (if not, think harder).
needless to say, it was probably the closest I'll ever come to being completely wasted/stoned.
it was kinda a mixture of being drunk and high.
it was completely ridiculous. apparently my system can handle that much awesomeness at one time .....
sadly I can't remember specific things that I did that were funny, but I do remember a lot of rofl-ing (literally). I wish I could remember something interesting at least.
the only part I remember is playing truth-or-dare (yes, stupid thing to do anytime, but especially retarded when you know you won't remember what you admitted to in the morning) with two of my friends on the bus ride home. that happened pretty soon after opening the energy drink so I was still.....somewhat lucid.
best. drink. evaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr.
yeah, eventually I realized I would crash so I decided to go to bed, therefore I wouldn't fall into a wall or something.
I went to bed around 1am, and lay there for about 3 hours before even starting to get sleepy. the whole time, I was dizzy and my arms and legs felt tingly. I was pretty sure I was gonna die. and I had that feeling you get the day before you get the stomach flu, so I was preparing myself for a major puke-fest.
somehow, miraculously, I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in (which never happens to me, and since I was all drugged out, you would think I would roll all over the place). since I didn't wake up on the floor (or covered in puke), I figure I probably passed out into a sugar coma sometime during the night. a happy thought.
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ps- watch this video, it sums up my feelings about lady gaga (shudder) perfectly. watch it. NAOW!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7kFi14nsl8
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