Yeah, so basically, I have spent the past few weekends and the occassional weekday getting belligerent. Though, to tell the truth, it really isn't all that surprising. Given that you take whatever I say with a pinch of salt at least...I really don't know where I am going with this. So chances are I will ramble on until about 9:10 and then get ready for class. I have been sitting in my bed for the past hour because I woke up and couldn't find my phone at 7:10. I didn't want to oversleep because I already slept through work on Friday and that wouldn't bode well for job security since I am the only person working on this shift.

Anyway, back to being belligerent. I think I got more fucked up than I have ever been on Saturday, with the possible exception of Wednesday; however, at the point where I decided to go partake, I had drank a good bit of Jäger. Granted, it wasn't my Jäger, but I was doing a favor to the guy who it belonged to. He was trying to kill a fifth all at once and it wouldn't due to have him die from alcohol poisoning or choking on his own vomit...which I nearly attempted earlier in the semester. Yeah, I'll get into that later, probably after I get back at around noon. So yeah, I'll get into that. Just know that I didn't Jimi Hendrix it.

Back to the story, so here I was, sitting in a rocking chair so messed up that I could only laugh. Then my friend puts on this song which basically sounds like: "Yeah Nigga (echo several times) I don't know where I'm at, but wherever I am, that's where I'm at (echo) Yeah Nigga (echo)". It was some of the trippiest shit I've ever heard, even sober. It definately threw me for a loop and I could only look over at my other friend and start cracking up.

Keep in mind that this part is unnecessary. So, we're up in this guys attic with about 10 people (I wouldn't say that more than 5 should be up there). Then all of a sudden, about three more people show up and we are definately at maximum capacity. Well beyond it actually. When saying maximum capacity, I mean before the floor beneath us collapses and we are left sitting downstairs. Anyway, so somebody's girlfriend calls them (who doesn't care for his partaking in certain things). He stands up and makes for the stairs. The guy who lives here place proceeds to say something along the lines of, "Watch your step, watch your step." To no avail, the next thing we here is BOOM BOOM BOOM. Then something along the lines of, "Oh shit, I just broke the stair, it was like OH FUCK!" At this point I died laughing, got up, looked to see a stair bent in like they do in Scooby Doo when they turn into a slide or something and everyone slides down to the bottom, and die laughing again. Soon after that, we left the guys house and headed back to where we live. Two of the guys saw me and could immediately see that I was fucked up. Because of this, they thought that it would be funny to come mess with me. Apparently they thought that people in my situation are complete idiots as well, because the two guys came in at different points and were bugging the hell out of me. The first one walks in and was all like, "Mike do you like Mike and Ike's? I have some if you want them. You know, your name is Mike, isn't that funny?" I just kind of shrugged it off and he gave them to me. I proceeded to throw them on the floor and spill them everywhere. Oops...or not. Next guy comes in and is like, "Mike come watch Family Guy with me, don't you think family guy is funny *goofy laugh* I do, I like Family Guy. Come on Mike." I decline and then he insists, so I go sit in there for less than a minute, get up, leave, come back to my room, and lock the door.

I'll continue when I get back from class.

The funny thing is, I am actually writing more, and while that was my intent, I suppose it still surprises me. Generally I don't share myself or moments in which I am involved with anyone besides myself or a few choice friends. I think that it is more fun to leave people guessing in regards to who I am. I even have a few of my closest friends who disagree about me. One, a guy, we'll call him Terald, claims that I am an asshole. That is more of an inside joke though. Another, le chica, we'll call her Peter Pan, says that I am nice to everyone. That is probably because of how I treat her. Anyway, so I'm conflicted in the views of some of my closest friends. I lean more towards the asshole sometimes and more towards the nice guy at others. That's just me I suppose.

Anyway, I'm going to try to wrap this up or something there abouts. It is noon now and I have Calculus in 25 minutes and I don't want to be late for it. I probably shouldn't have skipped calculus so many times since I haven't really ever had it before, but I digress. Okay, so my near Jimi Hendrix was probably one of the low points in my life. It really wasn't all that close to a Hendrix since I tend to sleep on my side, stomach down. In case you're wondering though, Hendrix choked to death on his own vomit. Anyway, I got back to the house at some point. I was at a party that was less than two minutes walking distance and saw someone that I knew there, and would rather have not seen. Being the sensible, and completely hammered, fellow that I am, I decided that I would go ahead and head on back to the house. So I remembered everything up to this point. It was when I got back to the house that I have no recollection of. Apparently, I managed to declothe myself and get into bed. The only thing that I remember is waking up with somebody at the door yelling at me. They were saying something like, "Mike! What have you done?!" Well, apparently, what I had done was puke all in my bed while I was asleep. Seeing this, I had the splendid idea to pick up my shirt off the ground and wipe it all off of the bed. Luckily, and miraculously, I didn't get any on my pillows or blankets. The worst part about it is that despite the fact that I tried to wipe it off, I passed out about 10 seconds into that so not much got done.

Even worse than that was when I woke up in the morning. I distinctly remember getting the flash of what I remembered involving the puking incident before passing out again. The only thing I could think before I opened my eyes was, "Please let it be a dream." Sadly, it wasn't a dream, instead it was a fucking nightmare. The puke that I had wiped over onto the floor had gotten on no less than my Jazz Appreciation book, my Calculus solutions manual, my Chem 201 Solutions manual, and a fucking entire Adidas bag. That is just the vomit, which was a stomach full of food. Very good food that I had eaten while dining with my dad, who was in town for work and called me up. I threw away the Adidas bag, the shirt I used to wipe the vomit up, and the matress cover sheet deal. That wasn't even the worst part either. The worst part was the smell. It reeked of death or some vile disease. A night for it's stench to seep into the walls and the like. It was awful. Completely awful. I recall puking up straight bile several times throughout the day. I don't even recall what I drank that made me so fucking sick. I only ever remember drinking beer, though when I got back to the house, I may have bumped into someone and taken shots with him. Maybe it was the beer pong, maybe it was the beer guzzling, maybe it was just some fucked up coincidence. I don't know. Anyway, so eventually I got some Fabreeze and soaked my fucking matress with it and put another one on top of it. Then I proceeded to spray all around the room. It smelled very nice for a while. Now it is more neutral. It is looking like I am going to have to come back to this one again even later. Though I don't know that I will end up doing so.

Okay, yeah, so I really don't write in this thing all that often. That's mostly because when I'm on my laptop I'm doing other things and I haven't even been on livejournal on my desktop in some many years. That makes me feel old though. Two years ago it was. Maybe even longer. A great time I had that year. Anyway, onto the present. That isn't really important.

What is important is taht I have to watch this crap on television. There really isn't anything good on at all. Also, to tell you the truth, this is a bunch of crap. And, if anyone was counting, only two weeks until I go off to University.

Maybe I'm not as tired as I thought I was several hours ago. I thought I was about to pass about, but apparently I was completely wrong. I thought that I was about to pass out at about 9 o'clock, but now it is 2:45 AM and I don't really feel all that tired anymore. What a bunch of shit. Well, I guess all I can do now is ramble about nothing. I can say nothing that will make sense. I can say that I have thought about a lot of shit tonight. Not much of it was important. Some of it was rather vivid imagery. Okay, maybe not ;D Anyway, Lewis Black is a funny man. Also, I hate Congress. Every single one of them is a worthless asshole. They didn't even talk about raising minimum wage the other day. They just struck it down. Fuck Congress. I'm discontent at the moment. I don't care much for any of this shit. I'm not in a bad mood, I'm just pissed over nothing. What a wonderful feeling to go to sleep with. I can't fix this, nor do I have the desire to wade through the waist deep shit to do so. I suppose listening to Lewis Black has put my into a bad mood. It's not really that I disagree with him so much as...

What the fuck is good language. There is no bad langage bitches.

Find yourself a girl and settle down.
Live a simple life in a quiet town.

Okay so yeah, I am a bit bored. That isn't anyone's fault but my own. I'm a boring person if I'm bored I suppose. It could be worse though. I could bore those around me as well. Well, at the moment, everything seems to be fine. I am kind of tired and just a bit sweaty. I suppose I will need to be taking a shower within the next..uh while. There are a few hours yet before I go to sleep.

At the moment I am sitting here listening to Snow Patrol. A fine, fine band. If you don't like them, you can go to hell. I don't care if I like you. You can go to hell if you don't like them. Beyond that little note. The title of this is part of a song. Anyway, that is neither here nor there. So now I will ramble on further and discuss something that I haven't quite thought of yet. Therefore, I plan on writing about my day in detail. Actually, no, that would be boring. I'll work on it.

Well, I suppose that I will go ahead and say that I haven't really been up to all that much today. I have plans to go do stuff tonight, but I don't know how those will work out. I suppose only time can tell. I'm fairly sure that they could almost certainly turn out since the person who told me to call her is fairly close to me. Then again, she is my cousin. Anyway, I may go hang out with her and a few friends and then we can go party or something. I really don't know that anything will be going on tonight since it is Thursday. Tomorrow though. Tomorrow shit will be going down. I'm going to see if I can go get fucked up with a few friends. Probably end up going to the lake and hanging out there. Beyond that, I really don't have any plans. I hope to have thought of something but really I don't know. There is also the fact that my mom will go all bitch if I tell her that I am going to hang out at the lake for the weekend. "What are you going to do? Go drink and get shoddy the entire weekend?" Actually that is exactly what I was thinking about doing.

Yeah, I'm running out of things to write about so I will say that this is probably the last paragraph. Well, the last one that anyone will really understand. Get up, get up, get out, get away from these liars cause they don't get your soul or fire. And now I do bid adieu to you. A very fond farewell or some such thing.

A welcome arrow through the heart if you will.