Sunday, September 06, 2009 / 1:04 PM
man, it's dead on campus today. and I have no friends so I'm bored out of my mind. so I'm gonna type.
I worked at burger barn for the rest of the summer. 8/8 was a really crappy day that began and ended with 46 & 2 by Tool playing on my car radio. it was so weird.
a couple weekends ago I went to missoula to go to Out To Lunch with malissa. we had mexican food and rode the carousel, then went to mackenzie pizza to get takeout pizza for dinner. and this guy handed me a note with his number in it, it was hilarious. so then we stopped at the liquor store to get jager and at the bar for a pina colada. then my friend John and her ex showed up, and it all went downhill from there. she and the ex started drinking a lot. later they started arguing and crap, so john and I decided to go longboarding. he ate it, so he went back to the house to get bandaged up, and he said the ex started antagonizing her more for helping him. so a few minutes later I get back to the house and see john sitting outside all bloody and stuff. and we can still hear them arguing so we just stay outside. but then we hear stuff getting knocked to the floor and malissa screaming, so we run into the house and see her on the floor crying and him daring us to call the cops. so we did. we went back outside to wait for them, and when they got there they kept john outside and me inside with malissa. the ex, brian, had apparently run off. her breathalyzer test was gigantic, I can't believe she wasn't passed out. so here's malissa having a huge mental breakdown because she's so drunk, while trying to deal with the cops. she's on probation, and they remind her she's not allowed to drink alcohol (news to me). so they decide to arrest her. and I agreed to stay with Quinn until further notice. so they drug her to the car in handcuffs screaming. and luckily they let John stay with me, otherwise I would have been terrified of brian coming back to kill me or something. so we're sitting there in the living room for awhile trying to cool off when the closet door opens, and out rolls brian. we call the cops again. I can't believe they didn't check to see if his car was still in the driveway. but of course, he drives off before the popo can get there. they still haven't caught him. but if malissa is ever caught with him again, she's getting 3. most retarded night ever.
so I'm going to seattle to see blink 182, weezer, and taking back sunday on thursday. can you believe it? first time I've ever skipped class ever. I'm nervous.
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