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First things first!
I drove stick tonight! That is right! Heather and I were bored, even after coffee, making and eating a feast, and… yeah, that’s about as much as we accomplished before being bored out of our skulls. So, we were going to go out on the front step and let Heather have a smoke while we planned what to do next. We ended up driving around town for a bit before the thought hit.

Heather drove us to the Multiplex parking lot, and I learned. I jerked hardcore twice, and stalled it once… well twice, but that was immediately following the previous stall. About 10 seconds. I was shocked at how quick I was getting it. It was very dark and I was afraid to drive fast, so I only got up to third, but boy was that a trip! My adrenaline was threatening a heart attack. So now all I need to do is actually acquire a real live driver’s licence!

After my amazing driving session, we ended up at Denny’s in hopes of meeting other locals to socialize with. We arrived, as though planned by the almighty Katie, perfectly with the Lesbian crew… They should all have matching leather jackets and sing songs from grease… Anywho, Nicole, Amy, the Sylviator, Heather and I all got crappy service and there fore there was no tip… in fact, money probably came up short. I AM INNOCENT! I simply had water. I still feel like a right douche though.

After that, Heather and I wandered over to “The Guys Apartment” where we caught the tail end of Finding Neverland. Also we wrote and drew disturbing imagery on their dry erase boards. The contents of which would surely have zombie Jesus sending us straight to hell. Nic was quiet, Cole was a flirt, and Dan was a rock. Yeah… now I am home, sitting here, writing in my LJ.

SO
I went out Saturday night with Viv and Kat, and we sat outside the Kinsman as there was a ridiculously overpriced but stupendous rave going on in the basement. Twenty-five dollars was more than we were willing to spend to go in, so instead we stood out in the cold and socialized with all the overheating E-tards and those who joined them. Now it’s time for:

PAUL’S MIDNIGHT REVELATIONS
I don’t like drugs, or what they do to people, or people who are on them. Seriously, I was rather repulsed by them… especially this one boy who shall remain nameless who seriously needs to overdose on something and die already. *coughTOMMYcough*
Honestly the single most repulsive human to ever exist.

[I am a hypocrite, as I do like people on drugs, but only when I am on them too… but I shall get to that]

Also, who thinks that being the ‘King and Queen’ of fucking Prince George raves makes you hot shit? It’s hilarious watching them parade about like they somehow matter. PATHETIC! I might one day write more on this, but I think I would go to far into a certain persons psychology, and then I would have to name them, and then they would find this, be offended, and probably try cause some problems for me.

I know I have tried E before, and I liked it. I didn’t like the after affects, and I don’t want to think of the damage I may have caused my body, and therefore, to some peoples disappointment, I don’t think I can ever do it again. I really have no desire to either, so that’s good. I don’t even want to drink or get high. I have no reason to. All I really wanna do is dance… well actually sleep…

NIGHT!


PS. I saw Justine, an old friend, at the rave, and that was swell.


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