Absolute Future

Currently listening to: "Freaxxx" - Brokencyde

God, that song's so fucking catchy. Such a simple beat, but so amazingly awesome too. Seems like a great song to play at parties. And Brokencyde's cover of "Get Crunk" is pretty epic, too.

Today, I'm going to sit around and do absolutely nothing. I've got a bunch of makeup work to get done, and I'm still tired from last night anyway. Now Ana's talking to me again. I can't tell whether she still hates me or we've both forgotten about it. I hope it's the latter. But after that conversation, I think it's the first one. And apparently Zach and Cameron hate me. Wouldn't be suprised.

Yesterday was one of the weirdest weekends I've ever had. I end up on Tyler's driveway with Parhom, Drew, Matt, Graham, and a bunch of 8th graders. Apparently a few of the 8th graders were drunk, and everybody was desperate to buy bud. A bunch of freshmen showed up eventually, looking for Jacob. Somebody got a call saying Jarrod's house was on fire, so about 20 people ran over. Turned out it wasn't that big of a deal. And I knew I didn't go for a reason.

Me and Tyler skated around for a while, and then Kelly Chaze drove me, Graham, and David down to Safeway to buy cinnamon rolls. After we made those, we all watched Jackass 2.5, and then Jason and Mo showed up. Graham went to go buy, and then I came up with the awesome idea of hotboxing Jason's car, while going to Taco Bell. The people there obviously hate us, about 9 people won free food out of that thing where you try to land the coin on the platform. The service was god-awful, Mo didn't get his free Cinnamon Twists for about 30 minutes. Matt had to go, so I just got dropped off with him.

I walk in the door, and the first thing my parents say is "Laurel called you." I raged. HARD. Maybe she was at Anna's house? We could've picked her up, about 4 people had cars, and I had money to pay them gas to go get them. I'm still wondering how awesome last night could've been if I had gotten that call. Oh well.

Currently listening to: "Blue Steel" - Brokencyde

I think I'm about done here. I really hate 8th graders, and why my friends hang out with them is really beyond me. They shouldn't be smoking this young anyway.