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Aug. 2nd, 2001 02:24 amwe had a night of tricks and treats. first me bill and tim went with feldy, tony, and phil belle to monterey's. i really didn't want to go. we didn't even go in, me bill and tim just went to backstreet blues and left the other three to have a night of passion. on the way to monterey's we saw a really neat fireworks show that they put on at nassau coliseum. it was tremendous. the grand finale was the clincher, let me tell you. they lit those suckers till the cows came home. it was open blues jam at backstreet. the waitress remembered me and knew exactly what i wanted. needless to say, i was flattered. when a pretty face like that remembers a guy like me, i get all tingly inside. maybe she remembers me because i wear the same clothes everynight. i've never really been a regular anywhere. this girl got on the dance floor and did a very sultry belly dance to one of the songs. boy was i hoping she would come to our table, but like all females, she wanted nothing to do with me.
after that, we went to wendy's and brought the food to tony's tent in his backyard. luckily he was still at monterey's flaunting his erratic dance moves. so we ate the food in his tent, and just hung out until the three boozehounds got back. tony was really drunk, he was screaming this and that until his father came out and gave him a talking to. we pretended to leave and just came back about five minutes later to see if he had fallen asleep in the tent yet, as he said he would. we planned on pulling a prank on his tent-sleeping ass. we make this huge effort to get into his backyard without his father seeing us and without. we finally get back there and the king of all lies and misconceptions had decided to spend the night inside, even after all his rants about sleeping in the tent.
what a stupid night.
the trey show in philadelphia is tomorrow. i've never been to philadelphia and i've never seen trey. i'm in for a day of first timers. i wish bill were driving instead of me. i've had it up to here with driving.
i've also had it up to here with people on this island. and i'm beginning to think it's not just the island. and i'm especially zeroing in on my frustration with females. i used to have much more of a problem with it. it faded, but now it's resurfacing. before it was an issue of companionship. now it's an issue of just being acknowledged as a person. i've seriously been receiving no acknowledgement at all by any girls. if i do, it's just cold shoulders. i'm surrounded by icy bitches. i'm fucking freezing. maybe i should pull a tony and start giving into the trends. i even started shampooing my hair everyday.
it's too late to do anything anyway, concerning females. even if i start a remote friendship with one, i'm going to school soon, so it'll be in vain. i hardly kept in touch with any of my friends from high school, how am i going to keep contacts with someone i've known for less than a month?
i hope you people enjoy reading about my pain and anguish. well don't get too excited, it's not bothering me to the extent that it normally would. i'm more frustrated with things that matter more than girls. family ties, for one. they're coming undone.
i didn't mean for that to rhyme.
after that, we went to wendy's and brought the food to tony's tent in his backyard. luckily he was still at monterey's flaunting his erratic dance moves. so we ate the food in his tent, and just hung out until the three boozehounds got back. tony was really drunk, he was screaming this and that until his father came out and gave him a talking to. we pretended to leave and just came back about five minutes later to see if he had fallen asleep in the tent yet, as he said he would. we planned on pulling a prank on his tent-sleeping ass. we make this huge effort to get into his backyard without his father seeing us and without. we finally get back there and the king of all lies and misconceptions had decided to spend the night inside, even after all his rants about sleeping in the tent.
what a stupid night.
the trey show in philadelphia is tomorrow. i've never been to philadelphia and i've never seen trey. i'm in for a day of first timers. i wish bill were driving instead of me. i've had it up to here with driving.
i've also had it up to here with people on this island. and i'm beginning to think it's not just the island. and i'm especially zeroing in on my frustration with females. i used to have much more of a problem with it. it faded, but now it's resurfacing. before it was an issue of companionship. now it's an issue of just being acknowledged as a person. i've seriously been receiving no acknowledgement at all by any girls. if i do, it's just cold shoulders. i'm surrounded by icy bitches. i'm fucking freezing. maybe i should pull a tony and start giving into the trends. i even started shampooing my hair everyday.
it's too late to do anything anyway, concerning females. even if i start a remote friendship with one, i'm going to school soon, so it'll be in vain. i hardly kept in touch with any of my friends from high school, how am i going to keep contacts with someone i've known for less than a month?
i hope you people enjoy reading about my pain and anguish. well don't get too excited, it's not bothering me to the extent that it normally would. i'm more frustrated with things that matter more than girls. family ties, for one. they're coming undone.
i didn't mean for that to rhyme.
