Shittiest weekend. ever.
This weekend blew ass. The whole week i was thinkin about my ex, and i really wanted to talk to her to find out what the fuck happend (we just stopped talking). i was at home and my buddy said he'd drop by and smoke a doob, he didn't, instead he went to my buddy's house (who lives like two blocks away) cos he was having people over and nobody called me. and my ex was there, nobody called me, and apparantly she was really mad at me and said she would leave if i was there, so nobody called me. so i went to bed. (LAME NIGHT #1)
Then on sat, i was pissed about the events (or lack thereof) of the night before, so i was in a pissy mood, just sat around and blazed. it was aight, cos i was stoked for ghettoblaster cos i was underthe impression i was gonna meet up with someone and get a rn ticket to get in for $10, (i only had a 10) but then prices were changed and i didn't meet up with the guy, so i didn't go anywhere, just sat on my ass at home. (LAME NIGHT#2)
sunday morning, i got a cal from my uncle in england telling my dad to call him asap. all fuckin day i was wondering what it was about. i played soccer in the freezing rain on a crap gravel field and got robbed by a first-class goalie three times. when i got home, i found out that the call from t uncle in england was because my grandma died. now i'm baked and pissed off. i don't even feel lke living right now. (figuratively speaking)
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