cutupdreams

Time: 12:33 AM
Drinking: Green tea with echinaea(SP?) whatever that is
watching: HGTV- some dude is trying to sell his house but is not "motivated"
Mood: sick as a dog
Reading: The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver and hate mail from random people...I have no fans, only haters

  I have only one quote that fits tonight and, of course, it is by the one and only Mat Devine. "We've been shanghaied! Somehow, someone fucking jedi mind tricked us into driving sixty miles to a fucking suburban house party!" If you want to know why this fits, read on.
  My dear readers, tonight was not my night. First of all, I spent all day being sick. I hate being sick and I blame the rain from the Kill Hannah concert the other night, which I promise I will write up on within the next few days. I just have to upload more photos. I promise! DO NOT LYNCH ME!
  So, I spent the day sick and catching up on work and training. I officially love the rowing machine. The best work out machine I have ever used.  It is now my life.
  Later, I rested and then got ready for this supposedly huge house party I had been invited to. Notice I used supposedly. 
  NOw, my friend Frances and I were pumped for it. We got ready, I brought out the cool halter top and my Kill Hannah skirt. We did out hair, our make up, added the jewelery, and then left to find it. 
 It was in the ghetto of Mount Vernon NY! God help me. Now, I am not trying to be racist, but, my friend and I had to park four blocks away, on a completely different street. We walked, me in my little black, Kill Hannah skirt and tiny top, and her in her high heels and tight jeans, through Mount Vernon. Cars stopped, guys whistled, and all I kept doing was praying that my dead relatives weren't shaming me from Heaven. 
 We get there, are charged five dollars, and come upon this empty backyard with maybe ten people and a ton of glow sticks. GOD HELP ME!!!!!!!!
  Again, "We've been shanghaied!"
  The most humorous part for me was when my friend, who only knows Kill Hannah through me and has never seen the DVD before, said, "Oh my God! Where the FUCK are we?" Yes, she somehow quoted Jon Radtke without knowing it. You have got to love her, really. 
 We stayed for five minutes, as I was being glared at by all the Latin princesses there. Why, why, why do I do these favors for my friends? He said, "PLease come!" I go and waste my time and precious energy that has been slowly ebbing away since Wednesday night. 
   My friend Frances and I left, and were escorted by my homosexual friend, AJ, to her car. We walked, I receive a call. It's my mother who has no idea where I am. She thinks I'm seeing Harry Potter. Yeah, right! I breathe in. Does she know? 
 "Hello?"
 "Your AP Scores came in."
 Oh shit. Please don't let me have failed them. I know I took one of them the day of the Kill Hannah concert, so my head wasn't there, and the other was done the day before my little sis' communion and, once again, my head wasn't there.
 "You got a 5/5 on the AP US History!"
 Holy shit! I got the highest score! HA!
 "And a 4/5 on the AP English Language!"
  Booyah! My whole class thought they were going to fail it! HAHAHA!!!!!
  "Really?"
"Yes. Bye!'
 "BYE!"
  Little white girl squeals in the middle of Mount Vernon and jumps in the air. 
 "I fucking did great! Ha! Take that you fucking college board."
 Multiple families who were sitting on their steps look over and glare, ushering their children in.
 "What, bitches, never seen a person excited before?"
 My friends laughed and we continued on. 
  Well, Frances and I decided to get Cold Stone, became lost in New Rochelle, but got out, thanks to my wonderful navigation skills...
 "Take a left onto North."
 "Are you sure?"
 "Yes..."
 I lean on dashboard.
 "Oh, shit, no! RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT!"
 "Toni!"
 "We need Ginger!"
 "Who the fuck is Ginger other than a Spice Girl?"
 "Ginger is the navigation system in my mom's car that got me to the Chance the other night, thank you."
 "Fuck you, Toni, fuck you."
 Gotta love us. 
 So, we ended up at Cold Stone where I saw my other friend, Mat, who hates Frances.
 "Toni?"
 "Mat?"
 "What the fuck? Are you stalking me?"
 "no"
"good."

Frances ordered me something weird, some cookie dough ice cream. We went to pay and Mat mentioned the party I had that I didn't invite Frances to. You see, I learned not to invite her to parties that have my guy friends at or my Holy Child friends at. This one had both.So, she was not invited. Mat slipped. He couldn't come and told me why. He was working there. Damn him. I had to come up with something quick.
 "You were still in Boston."
 "Oh, okay."
 
Jesus...

So, Mat gave us the ice cream for free while shooting me an apologetic smile. Frances and I walked around for a while. She finished her ice cream. I had two bites. I need to lose weight and I had been drinking tea all day. I didn't need food. I was good. We threw the remainders away, and headed back home. 

Which brings me here. CelticFae sent me the photos from the other night so I will finish uploading mine and then I will write about the concert and the banner. I PROMISE!!!

Okay, must go now. The exhaustion and the headache are getting to me. Lots of love, people. 

Toni