Ever crack your sternum? I have. It feels, like Tony the Stupid Tiger says, "Grrrrrrrreat!" But I guess for pussies who never crack their joints in the first place, it hurts like hell. Only if I have heartburn while I crack my sternum, that is one nasty situation. Cracking my neck is pretty fantastic, too. Although it probably grosses people out like Gwar or some shit like that.
One thing that I do not like cracking is my nose. God, whenever I try it, and it works, it not only gives me this horrible feeling in the cartilage inside, but it vibrates all the way to the back of my head, and probably even reaches somewhere into my jaw and I could feel it in my teeth. Now that shit is gross. Plus, every time that I try it, I keep thinking that my nose would turn into something like Jeordie White's. I mean, it looks good on him, but not on a chick.
It seems as though every day that I don't work, it's a day that is absolutely pointless. Since both of my folks are working again, I still can't fucking go out because I have to stay home and watch that other person who can't, for her capable age, take care of herself. It's such a goddamn shame for me, because I'm just laying around, rotting. Pretty much every day, in the afternoon, instead of getting swamp ass or getting stuck to the leather sofas, I lay on the cold floor and just watch TV.
But not technically TV, I just watch my extremely small collection of DVDs over and over and fucking over. More like the same two Smashing Pumpkins ones, but that's an even more sad story, when you wake up in the morning just to watch that crap all the time. Because you know, my dad isn't exactly a sugar daddy and my mom isn't necessarily a pixie mommy; Or whatever the fuck you're supposed to call your parents who throw money at you like confetti.
Somebody please tell my why the fuck Gambit isn't in any of the X-Men movies? Amy is telling that it is simply because the director doesn't fucking like him. Well suck it up, shithead. What about the other ten million motherfuckers that are going to watch the movie? Do they all hate Gambit too? I'll bet my fucking arm they don't. So that asshole better lend his fucking arm over to me because I don't think the entire world is a Gambit-hater either. Fuck you, you fucking dolt.
Where's Waldo?
Christina N. @ 1:34 PM
Wednesday, June 28
You know what I've always wanted to say to somebody? "YOU'RE DEAD TO ME." It's just probably perhaps the greatest and most degrading, demoralizing sentence to ever say to someone. My mother once said to me that "You mean nothing to the family" and "I never believe a single word you say." It's no wonder I don't talk to her as much, because she doesn't believe a single goddamn thing that comes out of my mouth.
But hopefully I'll have no reason to seriously say that to anybody, because that's just downright shitty. I dare anyone to call me right fucking now and piss me off so much that I'll say that to you. Dude, I'd probably get such a kick out of it too. I'm serious, doesn't it feel exhilerating to bark a nice, incriminating insult at some lower being? I don't know about you, but there should really be a job where all you do is make people feel like shit. Army drill sergeant? Manager at Burger King? Perhaps.
Work pretty much sucked balls. The store manager was working today and she made me fix up the back of the store, which includes lamps, bedroom shit, and pillows and rugs. That area of the store was in such natural disaster-like condition that I broke more of a sweat than I do when I clean up my own house.
And then Sally came to work. As usual, we ordered food. I know I only worked for four hours, but you know me, I eat like not a fucking horse, but something withing the boundaries of - bison? Yeah, I think those motherfuckers eat a shit ton of food every day. She had a creme brulee cheesecake and I had a side order of french fries from Bensi, which is right next door. Trust me, side order of french fries to them is more like a plate to serve four. But of course I ate it all. And a bite of the cheesecake, too. It was deeee-lish.
Bison
I'm done.
Christina N. @ 5:17 PM
Tuesday, June 27
I told you I was bored.
Favourites
Movie: Platoon, because you know I love watching my own people get shot.
TV show: Jackass because I'm probably one of the few who finds that stupid shit hilarious like nothing else.
TV character: Tommy Gavin from Rescue Me, the angry motherfucker whose balls are bigger than the scales at the Supreme Court.
Movie character: the little alien that pops out of the guy's stomach at the breakfast table in Alien
Book: Johnny Got His Gun, the only thing besides onions that make me cry like a goddamn pussy
Literary character: The Stinky Cheese Man
Author: I don't know, Voltaire? Writer, who cares.
Band: Anthrax as of for quite a while, but Smashing Pumpkins are climbing up there. As in legendary god-like persona, it's Led Zeppelin.
Song: Not so sure, but "Free For All" or "Baby Please Don't Go" by Ted Nugent are pretty high up there. Fuck Warrant, man.
Type of music: To be honest, I'm a big fan of speed or thrash metal. Unless you consider both of them the same. I prefer it that way because there's just way too many fucking sub-genres. We all know pussy metal predominantly exists nowadays (Cradle of Filth).
Instrument: Uh, sitar?
Cereal: Cinnamon Toast Crunch, AKA Sugar Chunks
Fast food place: Some speedy Kraft Mac & Cheese would guaranteed have less foreign human hair in it than my local McDonald's restaurant.
Dessert: The fudgiest fucking brownie or chocolatiest fucking thing in the world would do just fine.
Country: Come on, I'm asian. We're too cheap to spend that much on big vacations. No wait, I'd say Ireland because the men from there are quite the nice pieces of prime meat.
City: I don't spend my free time thinking of what my favorite cities are.
Place to travel: Shop Rite
Airline: My family is too cheap to ride the nice airlines, so cannot answer this question.
Shampoo/conditioner: My asian blood allows me to have perfect hair all the time, shithead.
Lotion: Like I give a shit?
Subject in school: history
Teacher: Mr. Adams. The only thing that I clearly remember from his class was him telling us that Benito Mussolini was a kindergarten teacher turned fascist dictator.
State: Definitely not New Jersey. Fuck this place and its angry drivers and shitty music. Yeah, Jon Bon Jovi, that's you.
Football team: I don't get why they have to stop every three seconds to line up again, over and fucking over. Pointless bullshit.
Hockey team: I like hockey, but it's not like I watch any fucking sport on TV anyway.
Athlete: Fuck if I care. Yao Ming? Just because he's probably the tallest asian to ever set foot on this planet.
Sport to play: hockey
Sport to watch: Most Extreme Elimination Challenge is the closest
Fruit: Carson Kressley
Vegetable: Potatoes, motherfucker!
Snack: Nachos and salsa
Restaurant: too many
Grocery store: SHOP RITE, MAN
Have You Ever
Gone on a blind date?: No, my friends are not very good friends enough to help me in the dating department.
Flown in an airplane?: yes
Thrown up on an airplane?: No, I'm not a fucking pussy.
Peed in the shower?: Well yeah, a bathtub is just like a toilet but much bigger and without a flusher. But everything still goes down in the drain. I mean, if I were tall enough and were a dude, I'd pee in the kitchen sink if I had to go that badly.
Peed your pants after you hit double digits?: What the fuck?
Enjoyed Shakespeare?: His shit is fucking lame and overrated. Can't understand a single thing and when spoken, it doesn't sound smooth or romantic at all.
Been to the opera?: Nah, but it is beautiful music.
Been to the theatre?: Who the fuck hasn't? Even me, the movie theatre hater of all movie theatre haters.
Streaked?: No, I don't think so.
Seen a streaker? no
Been mooned?: nope
Stayed in a hospital?: Yes, you think I was delivered in the fucking woods or something?
Been in a major accident?: Yeah, when I was conceived.
Burnt yourself?: probably
Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend?: No I wouldn't do that, unless my boyfriend was Axl Rose or something. I mean, look at him. Just kidding, my morals are much better than that.
Lied to get out of trouble?: Ha, you're talking to the fucking master right here.
Started a fire?: To be honest, no. I always think I've done it in the past but can't remember.
Roasted a marshmallow?: No, I don't have much of a privliged life.
Randoms
Are you single or dating?: If I were dating, you think I'd have time to fill this out?
If single...do you like anyone?: Sure, who doesn't? If you don't, you are one awkward and angry motherfucker.
--If so, who?: Dude, I like quite a number of dudes. Nothing serious.
--Why?: Doesn't make much of a difference.
--Do you have a chance with them?: Probably, at some point.
Why are you taking this survey?: I'm bored and everyone in this house keeps underestimating my supreme brainpower so I prefer to not speak to them.
What school do you or did you go to?: some shithole
--Do/Did you like it?: Does it seem like I like it?
Your school colours?: ketchup and semen
Your school teams' name?: Scarlet Knights, fucking pussy name.
Ever been on a sports team?: fuck no
--If yes, what was the name of it?: n/a
--Did you enjoy it?: n/a
What do you want to be when you grow up?: James Iha's fuck buddy. Alright, probably a photo journalist. Pretty much what I do right now in here but if I could actually travel and go to concerts or some shit. And you know, not get swamp ass.
--Why?: Because I don't want to be an accountant or a doctor or a pharmacist or someone who does manicures like all you other boring asians.
Any plans for the near future?: Get laid and drink myself to death
What are your views on capital punishment?: Sure, I'm not going to pay taxes for you to rot to death in the same closed environment for eighty more years. That would be mine, and many other lazy people's last resort if we fail at everything else in life, so why not as well go down down that escalator and play poker with Lucifer? But if someone has a mental disorder as opposed to just a cruel and horrible shitkicker, then no, they should not die.
--Nuclear weapons?: Only to inflict fear upon others.
--Euthanasia?: Isn't that a Megadeth song?
--The Canadian government?: Fuck if that's my business.
--The American government?: Corrupt bullshit, whatever.
--The European Union?: Fuck, man.
--The UN?: Ah, whatever.
--Can you tell me who the Secretary General of the UN is?: I'm sorry, but I fail at this.
What was your favourite grade in elementary school?: 2nd
--Why?: I had a wonderful group of friends who were the funniest motherfuckers in the world.
What are you wearing right now?: Navy blue t-shirt and denim shorts.
--Any particular reason why?: Um, because I'm at home and I don't give a flying fuck about what I look like?
What was the last thing you ate?: Vietnamese noodle soup. Pretty much the only extreme asian deed that I have conducted all day besides speaking it.
If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?: Colour? Are we french or some shit all of a sudden?
How are you feeling today?: Narcissistic. The usual.
How many keys are on your keychain?: 2, I don't have many privileges.
--What are they for?: the band that Jim Morrison was a part of
What does the room you're in look like?: Like a hospital room, but with a tad bit more color.
--Do you like the room?: Too small, so no.
Do you own an iPod?: Yes, I fell for that stupid fad.
--If yes, what kind?: The old and bigger 20GB one without color. Oldschool, you say? I say you're a fucking moron.
Do you wear glasses or contacts?: Neither. My eyes are made of pure Vitamin A so I don't need vision correction.
What's your view on laser eye surgery?: As long as you're not afraid of going blind, sure, go ahead, like I care about your vision.
--Would you ever consider it?: I don't need to consider it, fucker.
Weirdest thing about your parents: They talk about poop a lot. But then again that's not too weird, it's just funny.
What did you do this weekend?: I worked.
--Was it enjoyable?: I don't remember, man. I just remember that I worked.
What's your greatest fear?: Walking barefoot in a dirty, dirty, bathroom full of pubes, skin flakes, and piss and dried up menstrual blood on the floor.
Your greatest strength?: My scary, horrendous speaking voice.
What country do you fear the most: Amish Country, I don't care.
Have you ever been in a third-world country?: I've been to Hot Topic, unfortunately.
--Would you ever want to live in one?: That would be the equivalent of ripping myself another clit.
What song do you have stuck in your head right now?: None, thank goodness.
Will poverty ever end?: Fuck no. Then Josef Stalin was a goodhearted man who loved to care for the children of his rich and prosperous land.
--Why or why not?: I just said why.
Will we destroy our own planet?: Maybe, in a couple million years.
--How? Pollution, over-erosion, and excessive use of natural resources faster than it could be created again. We'd all end up dying and it would pretty much be like like what we see in movies where there's a desperate situation going on. I laugh at you fuckers. But then again, I'm using these deadly products and conducting these deadly practices so I should be partly to blame for this.
Christina N. @ 7:52 PM
I only got home from work at about an hour ago and I'm already bored out of my fucking mind. It's that, or that I'm pissed off about being nauseous because, I don't know why. I'll tell you this, this weather fucking sucks. It's been like more humid around here than a fucking soiled pair of panties or some crap, and the people who live in this house with me are a bunch of pansies who can't stand the cold. Well is it my fault you chose to live here when you had the chance to move? No, I don't think so. I didn't even grow pubes at that time.
Work was pretty boring, too. My whole life is boring, man. Today at the Pier 1 of Imports, it wasn't as bad and fatal as it could have been, because Debbie was working. I am very distressed about her leaving soon (because of the shortage of hours and pay) to work at Dick's Sporting Goods. Hey, it's a good place for her because like her friend says, "They've got all shapes and sizes."
She fucking hysterically laughed her ass off when I told her something that Shaina told me about Coldstone Creamery - "It's like having an orgasm in your mouth." I'm serious, every person that that phrase is told to, laughs like they're going to die the next day. Is it that funny? I don't know, man. Well, I went to Maggie Moo's, which was further down the plaza from Pier 1 and got myself a cup of Better Batter Boogie Board - cake batter ice cream with brownies and rainbow sprinkles, motherfucker; it was deeee-lish. When I was done, Debbie says to me, "Now was that like an orgasm in your mouth?"
Later that day I started talking to her about the Oscar-winning porno film, Deep Throat, and how orgasming in your mouth was possible. You see, the chick in that movie, her G-spot was in her throat. So whenever she ate, she would orgasm. See? It's sort of possible.
Christina N. @ 4:43 PM
Monday, June 26
So the deal is, both of my folks now work during the day, leaving the kiddies at home to get drunk by themselves (rather, herself) and watch all of the Nip/Tuck DVDs that they could possibly want. Not really, that was just an exaggerated description of what things have been like for a while. Sometimes they call to check up on us, but I prefer when there's not as many beings inside the house or else I go crazy and start throwing temper tantrums.
Then at around sometime before 4:00 in the afternoon, I go to work nowadays until 10:00 at night. We all need money because funds are running low. I bet if my sister were four or five years older, she'd be working too. I've been trying to work five days a week, six hours a day so that I could pay off my National Student Leadership Conference shit, future college crap, and hopefully to get my ass out of here someday before I need to go see a shrink. Oh, and to buy a 1968 Dodge Charger of course.
Damn right, motherfucker.
Other than that, I'm glad that my neighbors finally stopped bothering me. Because I know that they'll be asking the same questions all the time and I will always never have answers to them. Jesus fucking Christ, go stalk some other child in that house across the street with too many lawn ornaments. It's either that they got the idea that I'm not a big talker, or that they're afraid of me, or both. I don't really give a flying fuck because we all have houses to shelter ourselves away from other people. It's just that some people don't get that part when they buy a fucking house. I know that's just one side of the story, but even if this is the four hundredth time that I'm going to say this, is that I fucking hate nosy people. You shouldn't stick your nose around in too many places or it's going to stink like an ass.
Dude, just watch me become one of those cranky old ladies sitting on the porch in fifty years squawking at kids playing hockey in the street. But then again, I wouldn't live in a street that has kids who like to play hockey in the street. Because their parents might be just like my neighbors. And before I ever get to the diabetes/crippled arthritis/cancer/Alzheimer's/adult diaper stage, I'm going, man. When I am incapable of taking a shit by myself, it's over.
I saw this yesterday and laughed my yellow asian ass off because it's a certain Smashing Pumpkins frontman playing basketball with the Beastie Boys.
Christina N. @ 2:26 PM
Sunday, June 25
I know this is cliche, but it is seriously the funniest shit that I have seen all week because it portrays the relationship between me and my mom.
Christina N. @ 1:56 PM
Friday, June 23
Jeannie and I at Shop Rite(?) a many century ago. I'm the beady-eyed one on the right wearing the moon and the stars t-shirt with flappy white shorts. This might've been after going to the beach sometime, for I am not always as tan as a Filipino kid. I have stated this before. I was over her house today and asked to borrow this gem because who the fuck doesn't get a kick out of a big Hawaiian Punch dude posing with two midgets? Oh, and the fat old lady behind us with the ass of a bison wearing blue sneakers never ceases to entertain.
I didn't go to her graduation yesterday either, I chickened out like a fucking pussy. I probably didn't serve much of a purpose being there anyway and would've just ended up sitting on bleachers in the burning hot 90-degree sun for two hours, bored off of my ass because I only care for about three people in that class anyway. Yeah, I know I live five minutes within walking distance from my school but that place fucking pisses me off to no end.
Since Jeannie is now allowed to drive herself around during the day, we went to Target to purchase gifts for some friends. Then to the mall for some lollygagging and I bought, yes, another bag. My thirteenth one so far, motherfucker. And then to Wal-Mart to purchase some more gifts because we couldn't find what we were looking for in the previous shopping locations.
I bought her little cousin Jonathan, a case of Bubble Tape because no one would play with him back at Jeannie's house. Turns out he has a cold sore or some shit so he's not allowed to eat candy. Dude, his lip fucking ballooned into a giant slug protruding out of his face while we were watching The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I'm fucking serious, that lip was about to exlode. It was some funny shit, man.
The movie was okay, it could've been shorter. For some fucktarded reason, my mom came by too early to drive me and my sibling home, so we didn't have time to watch Wedding Crashers. I don't know why my friend let me borrow it, but watching it wouldn't hurt. Yesterday instead of watching Wedding Crashers, I watched Wayne's World again and laughed my flat ass off again. Excuse me, do you have any Grey Poupon?
Christina N. @ 5:33 PM
Thursday, June 22
Hey kids, the big post that I promised you is up. Went to a show and the rest is up to you to read.
Also changed the layout so it allows me to post big pictures without fucking up the layout. You know how obsessive compulsives are.
Christina N. @ 6:18 PM
Have you ever found yourself watching Alien on TV, sitting through half of the movie just to wait for the part when the alien baby pops itself out of the guy's stomach while they were all sitting around the table eating cereal? And then after it runs away you turn off the television set and go do something else? I do that all the time. That movie rules, but that part rules even more. That movie is shown on TV so many times that I don't even need to purchase the DVD. I would if I had that much extra money and desperately, obsessively wanted to watch extras. I'm no spoiled rich fuck, so I can't go out and buy it. Even if it does have a shiny cover.
Did you ever see the box for Saw? That shit is holographic clear and the disc inside is decorated like a saw and you could turn the box around to watch the saw spin. I almost bought that piece of shit when I first saw it at Sam Goody but then I remembered I wasn't a spoiled rich fuck. Oh yeah, I have a job, but business has been slow, therefore our hours and money has been cut. Welcome to the real world.
I've been aiming to buy the Smashing Pumpkins' box set The Aeroplane Flies High, but since my angry mother is an angry mother, I am not allowed to attend Lauren's birthday party this Saturday. She's been asking me for a long time and she really wants me to be there, but when I actually had the guts to ask my mom (out of fear of rejection, which is exactly what happened) she fucking said I can't go, with the addition of not giving me a reason why, and that just pisses me off even more.
Since it's probably my fault along the way by being an asshole of some sort, I'm not allowed to do certain things. Therefore I'm obligated to get something for Lauren anyway, to make up for my absence. I'll get her a little something extra too, since she definitely deserves it. I'd be spending my low funds on her present and put off the box set for a while.
Today I'm going to my cousin's graduation, and after that she's coming over my house to watch movies and such. My mom approves of this, but not Lauren's party. Common sense? I don't fucking think so. Maybe if she gave me a reason why I can't go, then things would be a bit more peachy keen. Peachy keen is the most fruity fucking description of something, man.
Who the fuck needs this shit? What is this, are we suddenly not getting enough fiber, so less that we need musical inspiration in order to drop a douze? What the fuck?
Christina N. @ 1:20 PM
Wednesday, June 21
Orange juice has a lot of fiber in it, and it makes you want to crap. That is my current feeling right now. Fuck laxatives, drink orange juice.
Jesus fucking Christ, people are fucking breaking my heart here. Like any bored fucker does, they go and read product reviews over at Amazon.com. And then there's the part where I wish I had more money to buy all the shit on there. Like the entire Smashing Pumpkins catalog. I know I already have most of it but I'd like to have the real thing and not just a simple file or couple hundred on my computer.
These Amazonians are criticizing what I deem to be the most beautiful song I have ever heard - "Cupid de Locke." Just because it's "different" and you don't fucking get it doesn't mean that it's a failure for the band and that it sucks. Shut the fuck up don't comment on me saying that you hate it too. YOU'RE DEAD TO ME. I forgot who made that phrase famous.
Master of moodswings? Yeah. If I could, I'd cut my open the side of my own head with a scalpel while sitting next to a mirror and cut off my pituitary gland for just two seconds so that I wouldn't be so angry.
Today was literally, the last day of school. I just had to take the history final, which was only two hours long and then walked home without saying goodbye to anyone because they could just kiss my ass and wander around that place for a few more hours if they have the closed mind enough to. It took me exactly two hours to finish that goddamn final and I was the last one to finish. Whatever, man. I like my history and I prefer for that shit to be correct. My classmates were being absolute dipshits, though. A couple were buzzed on caffeine and the others were just plain full of shit. I've never heard such stupid things come out of people's mouths while sober.
Hmmm so what does summer mean? Say what? Turn my life around and get it back on track? Alright, so here's my list of goals and shit to do:
1. nothing
2. nothing
3. nothing
4. nothing
5. nothing
That's right, fuck you, over-achievers.
KEITH RICHARDS!!!!!
KEITH RICHARDS!!!!!
KEITH RICHARDS!!!!!
Christina N. @ 12:24 PM
Monday, June 19
There's a huge post in the LiveJournal, but ran out of bandwidth on Flickr so I can't get the thumbnail pictures on here. Somehow, someday, some way, I shall get that huge crazy drunkass post onto here. Okey dokey? Kapeesh? a/s/l?
Christina N. @ 9:25 PM
Got home at 10:30 today, so it was just another day of lollygagging and waiting for someone to call me into work, or just give me some kind of fucking info. I asked for more hours starting next week or later this week because of the huge amount of time that I will be having on my hands. My last check was only a measly $113.61.
Is it hot out, you say? I very well fucking know it's hot out because I now have to sleep in the basement because of it. For some shitheaded reason, I'm not allowed to have the air conditioner in my room, but my eleven-year-old sister who hasn't grown any sweat glands yet does get to have one in her room. Justice, my ass.
I had a very fascinating weekend. Since I wasn't on the schedule to work on Saturday, I went to a show with Natalia at the Baker Ballroom in Dover. Holy shit, man, I got drunk off of my tiny asian ass. I think the main reason was because while we were waiting outside for the doors to open and finally saw that they were, we were afraid we were going to be patted down so I downed all of my stuff in about three minutes. Natalia just threw hers away. Smart move, man. Because I proceeded on to be the biggest fucking fool of the night, next to A Dying Declaration. You could tell by their pathetic name that their music is just as, or even more so, shitty.
The show ended at around midnight, but my mom was being a bozo and only let me stay until 11:00 before she came by to pick me up. I was so fucking bummed, because I only went to see two bands - Birth Screams and Knife the Glitter. Knife the Glitter was the last band to go and if the bands had kept to their ordered schedule, Knife the Glitter would've been the second to last band to play and I'd have no problem at all. Whatever, man.
Despite my drunken stupor, I knew when to get serious. Especially around my mom. So when I stepped into the car, I fucking shut down.
All smaller pictures taken by Natalia.
The venue right before the first band came on.
Birth Screams
Eric
Birth Screams again
Evan, blurry as hell. I really don't know why I took so many pictures of this band. I just like a fucking moron kept pressing the button on my camera over and over.
Stryper colors
A Kotex truck just exploded on the stage.
Hey look, my first balanced photo!
It took me quite a while to figure out that that guy was a security guard. I was wondering why he was just sitting there not checking out the bands.
I can't remember how many songs they played, but it was great while it lasted. The other five bands before Knife the Glitter fucking sucked balls. Maybe except for one, but I can't recall who they were.
Tried to get a picture of Jon but that didn't work out very well.
Lights, what the fuck do you think?
After Birth Screams' set was over.
My buddy Natalia.
Hey look at that stupid guido and his shiny hair checking out that shitty band in the background!
SUCKAGE
Natalia, Cassandra, and I have no fucking idea who that chick in the back is.
The sad attempt of a mosh pit. Damn, there's a fucking scenester right smack in the middle.
Pixie dust for an equally girly band.
Fat chick is fucking gross as hell. I was too fucked up to even notice she was in the picture and looking back on it, I totally regret taking this piece of shit with an even bigger piece of shit in it.
This band was alright. I think they were To Kill the King? Not a fan of their name, but they were okay.
This is basically how I saw everything that night.
Probably took so many pictures of one guy because he was pretty decent looking, I have to say, and got carried away.
What the fuck there's not even a person in this photo.
Somewhat better
Trippy
OOoOooOOOOooooooooOoh
Tried taking a pretty picture of Natalia
Knife the Glitter, at last. I only had time to stay for one song, unfortunately. Forgot what he was talking about right here, but it was pretty funny shit.
Sonic the Hedgehog
Dude, you have no idea how hard it was to try to get a picture of Kevin.
Ryan
The Flash
Joe
Joe taking a breather of some sort.
This would've kicked ass had I gotten his head in the picture.
Haha
And now...a photo documentary on extreme drinking.
We noticed that there was a swastika design on the ceiling degrading my people.
Gross
YEEEEEEAH, BOIIIII!!!
Natalia's buzz obviously wore off way before mine did.
I don't know why the fuck I was wearing sunglasses in the dark.
Jibba jabba whizaaat?
Good times, good times!
I called so many people and couldn't remember what the hell I was saying to each poor soul that had to hear my speed-yelling. Fuck, I don't even remember taking this picture.
You could see three feet up my nose
Me, Erin, Cassandra, and Natalia
Sweaty as hell
Trying to look for someone who wasn't really there.
This is pretty much the exact face that I made all night.
Date rape
The End.
Christina N. @ 2:27 PM
