We're not sick, we just need it for the weekends, on Monday's it's gone...

Last night was possibly the worst night of sleep (or lack there-of) in my entire life. I had no plans for th evening, so I accompanied my parents to the liqour store to pick up some Caesar fixins. Back home, I made myself a couple drinks; first with Malibu Rum, and then with Vodka. Then I sat down and watched The Wizard Of Oz. By the time Catherine showed up unexpectedly, I was pretty shit-faced. I'm a lightweight, I must admit. So, I flung back the remaining vodka in my glass, and stumbled out the door to hang out with Catherine and Rick. We drove to Rine's house and watched Seven. Numerous times, I had to grope my way up the treacherous stairs to take a leak. It was tough, I swear. After the movie, we went to 7-11 and picked up some candy, then we ate it in some parking lot. They dumped my as off at home around 2, and it was then I realized I had no key. I checked all the usual spots for sneaking in the house, but no dice. I chucked rocks at Tracey's window for about five minutes, and then I gave up and decided to sleep in the van. The only blanket was this disgusting blue thing that my dad makes the dogs lay on when they're wet. As you can imagine, it bloody-well reaked like ass. So, I reclined one of the back seats, climbed inside my sweatshirt, and wrapped the repulsive blanket around my legs. It was a particularily clear night, just my luck, and I froze my ass off for hours. I think I might have dozed off for a maximum of fifteen minutes. The rest of the time, I sat and moved around to stay warm. At eight, I figured someone must be up in the house, so I went to the backdoor to check it out. My parents were just getting up, but they went in the shower, so I waited..... and waited....... and fumed and waited. When there was silence, I called towards the window, "Will someone in the bathroom please let me in the goddamn house." Well, my parents, being the complete irrational assholes that they are, decided to get mad at me for my tone of voice and my lack of smarts on forgetting the house key. I was hammered for christ's sake, what do you expect!? So, I stormed into my room, got my stuff together, and rode my bike downtown in the rain for band practice. Trevor and I made breakfast and I visited with his sister who is getting pretty damn pregnant. Later, we got a ride to the Gabriola ferry, and went to Peter's. Practice was fucking awesome. We have a new song and it's just bloody brilliant. Peter had to go to work at 3, so Trevor and I left to catch the ferry, and walked home. I then had to ride my bike back to my dad's, in the rain again. I am exhausted. Which is why I am now going to bed. I was planning on going to sleep at 9, but yeah, fat chance. Night.




"I am bottled fizzy water, and you are shaking me up."
-Incubus