urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iatemyfingers Vol. 1: Morgraphia iatemyfingers 2008-02-28T11:08:27Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iatemyfingers:27693 2008-02-28T11:08:27Z 2008-02-28T11:08:27Z There's been girlfriend drama.<br /><br />Thankfully, we've worked everything out, but the three-week depression lag ruined my grades for this semester. So, I ate a bunch of Ritalin, and I've been up all night--reading, writing papers, studying....<br /><br />The problem, though, is that I have two tests today, and haven't had a minute's worth of sleep.<br /><br />Good job. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iatemyfingers:27417 2006-06-25T00:33:11Z 2006-06-25T00:35:06Z So I went to a party last night, in H-town. Did the usual--except my liver didn't do ITS usual by breaking down the alcohol I'd consumed. So, I somehow ended up being something I never am--drunk.<br /><br />I ended up laying beside of some random girl who leaned all over me, until some random guy came in and started making out with her. Not that I planned on having sex with her anyway, but the point is that he stole my bitch.<br /><br />"Oh, who's this?"<br />"Derek. I'm drunk. And I'm leaving."<br /><br />Adam told me to watch his book bag, and I grabbed it when I left the orgy room. Problem is that I kept blacking out, and the back pack had a $450 camcorder in it. You can bet your ass it got stolen, too.<br /><br />And I had absinth, which probably didn't help things. I ended up eating more Adderall, and passing out later on a rolled up futon, which was covered in candy from a Spongebob pinata, and sticky marshmallows. Or day-old semen. I really couldn't have told the difference.<br /><br />Hours later, I'd go up to the third floor to get Chris--<br /><br />"Dude...I don't know how I got up here."<br />"Oh, well, you were drunk."<br />"Dude...how did I get up here? I'm trippin' BALLS, dude.... How in the FUCK did I get up here?"<br />"I dunno."<br />"I'm TRIPPIN' BALLS! I still don't know how I got up here.... I'm trippin'...like...hardcore. Like, I'm trippin' balls right now from that absinth I drank last night. Like, I'm floating."<br /><br />Six hours later, after I came home--<br /><br />(20:28:56) AskingForIt Punk: w3rd<br />(20:29:02) iatemyfingers: whattup?<br />(20:29:04) AskingForIt Punk: crazy absinth party<br />(20:29:05) AskingForIt Punk: man<br />(20:29:07) AskingForIt Punk: i was trippin<br />(20:29:08) iatemyfingers: fo' real.<br />(20:29:11) AskingForIt Punk: i looked over at my door<br />(20:29:17) AskingForIt Punk: and the bottom of it was comin out at me<br />(20:29:18) AskingForIt Punk: haha urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iatemyfingers:27355 2006-06-22T17:30:36Z 2006-06-22T17:30:36Z And I suppose this is worth trying again. Myspace is boring the shit out of me.