Thursday, January 29, 2009

What up What up!

What up What up! This is Meggle$! Curls said that “her crew” will be posting here, but lets not kid ourselves… Curls is MY CREW! Hahah. Alright so last night, I partied. I havn’t partied in a while (since Friday) and last night I just felt like having fun. It was also our girl CK’s birthday, so Brauch and I made the executive decision to get rowdy. We started off the night with our favorite mixed drinks at Clover Ridge, (seven and 7 for Brauch-woof- and vodka/strawb pom/ lime juice concoction for me-delish.) (We rocked some 3oh!3 when we were at ClovaClov. You should really download their “Want” album. Every song rocks.)

Then we journeyed through the sub-zero temperatures to Wexy (trio Wexy- not counseling Wexy.) (Hopefully after a few of my posts you will be able to pick up on my lingo. If not, I don’t really give a fuck.) Alright so we went to Trio Wexy and the 3/4s of the quad were there and James. Tre’ interesante. So after a bit of kickin’ it, we cruised to CJ’s. What a sketch place! Seriously, everyone was underage. We went there because the trios’ friends are in some band called Chicken Liver or Chicken Jackson or whatever. They actually rocked. They played like blues and folk and they played PHISH!!! Wooo! KE and I broke it down on the dance floor like woah. SIDENOTE: Brauch and I had to drink 3 pitchers of beer, pretty much on our own. This was because the minimum for credit cards is $25, although Brauch managed to talk them down to $20. Our friends were being lame and not partying so we just had to get drunk. Whatevs. So ok, here a list of the people I ran into:

Spice Up Your Life (He’s EVERYWHERE!)

Tricky (Homeboy got a new phone finally hahah)

Golden T (He wanted to steal my kicks because they were fresh)

(yeah I rocked my red satin air force 1’s last night. Whatup gangsta)

Evin + Cush (They’re having a party on Friday, we need to show up)

Caroline D (We told some good stories about people from our golf team)

I met this kid named Greg who was wearing a Celtics Jersey. I was like “Homeboy, are you from Boston?” and he was like no.. I’m from Morristown, NJ! Well, my best friend from home, Kelly is from Morristown! Small world. I tried to text Kelly this amazing news but I accidently texted my other friend Kelly Gabriel. Whoops!

Hmm yeah, so those were the noteworthy peeps of the night I guess…

Around 1230 or so, we left CJ’s but Brauch and I still wanted to party. We cruised over to our friend Ryans house to hang with him, JC and this rando chick who we met last Thursday. OK so story. I hooked up with Ryan last semester and whatever and then we got into a disagreement and then we stopped talking. Typical. This semester has been fine because I’ve hung out at his house twice and its been totally fun and normal. The weird part is this rando chick. She was cool last Thursday. Shes like a friend of Ryans from home or whatever. Last night was a Wednesday and she was still fucking here! What? She doesn’t even go here and she graduated and has a real job. Get out of South Bend dude. But ok, last night she was a little strange- just trying to prove shit and what not. Kind of amusing. whatev

So we got fucked up and watched a BUNCH of parental control. That show is so scripted- its ridic. I have never had that much fun watching parental control ever hahah. Woooooo (im definitely still drunk right now… sheessh) So around 3 or so, Brauch and I decided we were done partying and went back to Clover where we preceded to nom our way through the kitchen. We nommed and watched tv until roughly 4 when we decided to pass out---- and here I am now, sitting in bed, writing this way cool blog post. Killaaa…

I need to wake Brauch up so we can go to Hobby Lobby and buy a whole bunch of yarn. For 3d art, I came up with the idea of crocheting a huge crochet fort….. mmmm hmmm get excited. Just imagine setting up Crochet Fort on the island when its warm out!!! Definitely gonna be grool.

Well, Happy Thursday! Fever Feve?

I’m not sorry, I like to party,

MEGGLE$

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