5 shots of jack for johnny cash, and tons of beer and the only buzz was euphoria
everything u could possibly want in a night, everything u could possibly nant in a wight everything u could possibly not in a yacht.....

listen up im trashed, i will do my very best to provide u the viewer with in depth sexuality of the fur traders from eighteenth centruy france....waht the fuck i meant good speeling and grammar and fuck it theres no way, im so gone....hahahah but really now quiet down and give me a moment to explain...


i had meant to write a little respect to johnny cash, who i was personally not a fan of, not that i wasnt a fan, but i just never was exposed to his music, but who means a lot to this south which i now call my home, and i had also meant to honor the legend that is, John Ritter who has contributed greatly to my pop culture lifestyle and my entertainment....however i dont thingk that in thisnstate, that i am worthy to sully their good names with my drunken slop, i apologize so far, but i had the best intentions...and i appreciate what you have meant to the world.


last night after the a hora de piedros, the hour of steel or power hour if your not stupid, at ryan and teggy's i ended up in ashby with shaun and smitty and the party sucked, as we walked in, eyes half shut from drunkeness, the kids inside still yelled NERD ALERT. i went up to the ass in particular and said NO, not really, look at my eyelids i cant fucking open them man, so no, not nerds...well anyway after like 5 minutes i knew the party was not for me and i went walking, i talked to like 5 different balconies full of drunks, the last one being the most exciting...theses kids told me they had a drunk girl inside that they were trying to unload and that she was mine for ten dollars, i fucked with them for a few but let them know that drunk as i was there was no way i do them a favor fand it costs me 10 dollars...they threw me a hardrive, a 40 GB hardrive and told me to take it, i bullshitted with them for half an hour about this thing, i was cracking them up like crazy, they kept saying what a smart drunk i was, they told me the hard drive was full of kiddie porn. so i told them i loved it and they'll see me on the news getting busted by the CIA like Pete Townsend...anyway i took the hardrive after all and then went to mc donalds, where i asked the lady for everyone on the dollar menu, like tucker max once did, it was great.


i have been wondering about the hookah crowd outside my window....there has been a group of people at a picnic table directly below my dorm window, everynight until at least 4 or 5 am, everynight, weeknight no fail, rain of course, they are insatiable...to make things more interesting they are equpped as a group with a fucking hookah, a tall bubbly smoking device, tubes and fire and water and bubbles and puffing and oooo yeah...outdoors!? everynight?! is that legal? who are you? well tonight i came home trashed and came into my room heard the chatter below my window and grabbed an apple and went downstairs and outside....i introduced myself and while chomping ym apple, asked about their sleep habits, their hookah and their lives in general...well i made some new friends, i sat down and enjoyed my apple and some nice hookkah puffs...they dont like weed in fact, this hooka has never seen the light of mary J, only tobacco, apple and cherry flavored 'bacca to be exact.. very flavorful...the pufffs really did nothing for me, but it could have been my inebriation, but they claim it to be less harmfull than ciggarettes, no niccatine, so heres to the huka girls and guy....


ryan gray's journal is great, and his update on life gave me a new perspective...he'll tell you himself that he's not rewriting the book on life and how to go about living it, but his update made me think and thats all good writing has to do to be successful, is to make your neurons fire...i went into friday night thinking like Robert Romanus's character in Fast Times at Ridgemont High, "wherever you are, that is the place to be" i have been to a lot of parties where i felt out of place, but even if you don't know anyone, and i always know my friends, even if they are talking to someone at the moment, even if i dont know anyone, and i feel alone or out of place, i can just crack a smile and laugh and feel totally at ease....just force it, nobody dislikes a kid whos smiling, dont take yourself out of the game by not smiling...anyway that is my little advice column to myself and i absolutely love this simple clearly obvious breakthorugh.


i can say that i really am always at the place "to be" because for 2 weekends in a row i have been, and no joke, i have been.....last weekend, if i havent told you formally, and most of you already know, i was hanging at parties with the DUKE DOG, theres video and pictures galore of said hilarity, and its old news, but still maybe the top ten best things ever, EVER....But tonight is also one of the top ten, the preview of whats to come, 1/20 the future excitement, soapy slippery girl on girl thong wrestling in a baby pool...what? hahahah im so sorry if you missed it, and if you were there, nothing i could say could top the images you partook in....but for the rest of the tens of people who might read my site who werent in attendence, u really missed something fantastic and i feel your sorrowful deflated glance at your loss and its burning a hole in my face...