...the most, in my opinion, anticipated holiday of the year is now over. :[ My Halloween really didn't go as planned. The day started off with me finishing up my frog costume that I had to alter to make it fit me because it was a kid jumpsuit costume; I eventually made it into a halter top. (I got mad skillz with the sewing machine.) After finishing it up I chilled a bit at home and started actually getting ready at 4, for the Have Heart show at Chain. I had planned to leave at 5, because I knew traffic would suck asshole, but Chanel, for the girl that she is, decided to leave at 5...when it's fucking rush hour. -___- Anywho, when she finally showed up at my house, it was almost 6 and I was skeptical about even going to a maybe sold out show and wasting a buttload of gas... I asked her if she was still down, but since no one she knew was going, she didn't wanna go anymore. Again, -___________- So being bored at my house, I hit up Chuck to see what he was doing, cause he was gonna go to the show as well, and they were just at Justin's, chillin. So we headed there since I didn't want to be at home.
We chilled with Justin and Chuck, got Wendy's and then we were on our way to a party in Tustin. We got there before the party was even a party, so we just kicked it with Long and Trevor. The party was aight, just awkward cause I didn't know anyone.After a while I made a new friend, who's name I will not mention cause it's a badluck name for me. I sorta vented to him about my sitaution last night. HAHAH. After about 2-3 hours of drunken debauchery, Chuck came to the rescue. And then I also vented to him as well. The party ended around 2ish and I helped the mom, that owned the house, clean up. Haha, After that, I ended up going home, texted a few peeps, and knocked the fuck out. If i were to rate my Halloween from a scale of 1-10, I would give it a 5. Bunk as fuck. Didn't even go trick-or-treating. :[
Saturday, November 1, 2008
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Show wasn't even sold out.
PS. Fuck Chanel.
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