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She's the one with the pretty smile, the heart so broken that she's in denial.
08.01.2004 | 1:56 pm Holy shit. If only you people could have just lived my past two days, you'd never want drama in your life again. I swear. Friday started off casual and fun. Shaunna came over, Damien picked us up, and then we went to get her brother because he was staying with Phillip. We stopped at a convenience store in Newton and then again at Meridian. We finally get to the bowling alley abut 9-15-ish and met up with Phillip and some other guy. We followed them all the way back to downtown Meridian to Phillip/Mike's apartment and hung out for awhile.Phillip and Shaunna went to the bedroom and me, Mike, Damien, Chris, Lulu, and some other people chilled in the living room. Now is when it gets bad. Shaunna had told Phillip she was staying the night, without telling me or Damien or her parents or anyone else and I was responsible for her, so I had to make her come back with me. Damien was supposed to meet some people at the bowling alley around 10, but we couldn't make Shaunna leave. Everyone was yelling and screaming and threatening to beat the shit out of everyone else. It was crazy. Mike tried to sort everything out, but some Chris guy started driving off to go get the cops. We finally left around 11, with Shaunna's brother to take care of, because he couldn't stay. At the bowling alley, Damien put me in charge of keeping up with Shaunna, which I totally said "Fuck it" and did what I wanted. More drama went down about her lying about her age, job, residence, family, etc, etc ... and me and Dewayne (Shaunna's brother) just kept to ourselves. Some Californian guy named Jason was there and him and Shaunna did a few dirty things. He was damn ugly, but a model for Abercrombie and Fitch. I kept making eye contact with this really hot girl the whole night and eventually she came over and tapped me on the shoulder. We started talking and realized that we were both bi and thought each other was really hot, so we were attached at the hip the rest of the night. We left around 2, but not before I got the girl's phone number. Booyah! We went back to Phillip's apartment around 3, but everyone was pretty much passed out. Shaunna and Phillip and Mike went in the bedroom, while me, Damien, Robert, Chris, Chris, and Grant chilled in the living room. I think we talked about religion, until Grant started playing with my "arm sock" and then he insisted I take his phone number off his hands. He wrote it inside my purse and I don't want it there. We left around 3:45 or 4:00. We rode around Chunky the rest of the night until we got lost. We wound up in this weird place and almost had way too many wrecks. We stopped at a church and I was royally fucked up on something I found laying around Phillip's house. I remember running around stripping my clothes off yelling "Freedom!" and Dewayne standing over me trying to help me up. Fun. We took him home and then came back to my house. We sat in the driveway for about 45 minutes and then walked to the chicken house. We all came back home and fell asleep in the house around 9 something. Crazy night. Now Saturday, christ. My dad dropped us off at the Underground. We looked around for Phillip and crew, but they weren't there. We hung around with a few other people and then decided to walk to Phillip's apartment, courtesy of Shaunna. We got there and we all went to the bedroom. I sat on the bed and Phillip and Shaunna did dirty things. Phillip gave me something and told me to drink it, so I did. It tasted like Hawaiian Punch, and I still think it was, but Shaunna said it was indeed, shroom juice, or whatever she called it. A few minutes later, Phillip hands me a pill and tells me to take it, so I did. I left the room after that and stared at this fairy goblin for like, 30 minutes, because I thought it was real. I was going to walk back to the Underground, but I couldn't figure out what floor I was on, much less how to get back to the Underground. I found my way back up to Phillip's room and told Shaunna I was leaving, but the whole crew walked with us. I kept seeing really weird things and it kind of made me think I was going crazy. We got back to the Underground and walked around a bit. Made a scene. The usual. I got really, really tired all of a sudden when we were about to walk back, so I laid down on the ground. I felt like I couldn't move or walk, and I was really cold, but hot and sweaty. Some other guy named Chris said I was OD'ing and I needed to drink a lot of water and get somewhere where I could lay down and rest. I tried to drink the water, but I couldn't really swallow it and I kept spitting it back up. I finally got it down but almost puked walking back to the apartment. While Chris was taking care of me, Shaunna was off chasing Phillip along with like, 30 other people. I have no idea what about, but it was really funny at the time. Everyone looked like on the cartoons when the characters are running and they leave their colors behind and stuff. We got back to the apartment and I wanted to drink, but they wouldn't let me. I finally puked and felt a little better, but still out of it. I lay in the bed with Shaunna for awhile and she kept telling me I was gonna be okay and shit. We walked back to the Underground again and Robert and Chris was there with some other guy and a few other people. Lulu gave me a kiss on the forehead. And they kept telling me not to go to sleep or I wouldn't wake up. I think everybody left, but I don't remember when, but Robert and Chris and bald guy were the only people left there. I lay down on the sidewalk and Chris lay beside me so I didn't run off or go to sleep and shit. Shaunna and Robert went somewhere to talk and bald guy talked to Chris. I was just there. My dad came and automatically assumed something was wrong with me/us. We told him we were just sleepy from not sleeping much Friday. We got food and I felt better. A lot better. My mind was clearer and I could actually talk sensibly and louder. We got back to Shaunna's house and lay in her room and talked for awhile. She said I scared the shit out of her and everyone else, but oddly enough I never felt scared about any of it. I was happy the whole time. I have cuts and bruises from falling all over shit all night, but at least I'm alive, yo. I got home and went to sleep as soon as I hit the couch. I kept saying three things over and over again. 1. I wanna talk to Justin. 2. I want a cigarette. 3. I want my jacket. I guess those were the top three things on my mind. I feel so dumb. The weirdest thing I kept seeing was things appearing and disappearing. People would be missing eyes, cars would be missing wheels, and Chris had a blue light around him at some point, because I didn't want to touch him because I thought he was radioactive. I'm never doing drugs again. Ever. And I'm staying in the fucking house until I'm sane again, because I still feel messed up. And I'm still tired, but Damien called around 1 and woke me up. I have fucked myself over in so many ways that it's not even funny anymore. *Some details might be slightly off, because I wrote most of that on recollections and shit that Shaunna told me. |
