uh, spell check that me would you please?
It is with full intention I have not given any shall we say concrete information about my life recently, beyond location and age which are not at the moment prone to chance. Well, i take that back on location, that's been known to change quite without warning as well. So let's go with what we know about me for sure. I'm 21 years old now. Big deal.
I feel like I led everyone on about the whole pub crawl idea. See, it was a great idea, but in reality going to the same two bars I always go to, and in the exact same order, doesn't suffice for birthday celebration on any great level. We had dinner, we went to the Raven, I saw the cute boy and the band play, I danced a little. Highlight: My sister punched me in the nose while we were dancing and peed her pants a little because she laughed so hard. I didn't really know what was going on at the time. I was concentrating on the throbbing of my nose and keeping my feet and boobs in thier respective shoes and shirt while my brother continued to spin me ruthlessly into other unsuspecting dancers. But the story about the peeing is what will be remembered no doubt. My sister was the driver and she got impatient and wanted to leave after not very long. I can understand though, it's never comfortable walking around in wet pants (just kidding!). Thus we ended up at the Garden Bar. Let me just say that when summer ends it's really over. I don't want to go out again in Bigfork for any reason other than a holiday until at least June. There's just no party left in it. With the absense of the cute guitar player and the continued addition of shots to my pizza-full stomach I was tired by 11:30 and ready to go home. Highlight: at 11:59 my buddy Simon (!!!!) called to wish me a happy birthday. The second of two friends who called to do so that day. Basically because of that the night ended on a good note, though he was disappointed when I told him I wasn't drunk and ordered me to immediatly go back into the bar, become so, and then call him back. It's just not right to take shots by yourself though. I called or texted a bunch of my Raven friends that night because Bigfork was boring and empty without their familiar drunkeness.
In other news..... my odometer looked like this (300,000) when I pulled out of my driveway this morning. I tried to take a picture but my camera is still retarded.
It is with full intention I have not given any shall we say concrete information about my life recently, beyond location and age which are not at the moment prone to chance. Well, i take that back on location, that's been known to change quite without warning as well. So let's go with what we know about me for sure. I'm 21 years old now. Big deal.
I feel like I led everyone on about the whole pub crawl idea. See, it was a great idea, but in reality going to the same two bars I always go to, and in the exact same order, doesn't suffice for birthday celebration on any great level. We had dinner, we went to the Raven, I saw the cute boy and the band play, I danced a little. Highlight: My sister punched me in the nose while we were dancing and peed her pants a little because she laughed so hard. I didn't really know what was going on at the time. I was concentrating on the throbbing of my nose and keeping my feet and boobs in thier respective shoes and shirt while my brother continued to spin me ruthlessly into other unsuspecting dancers. But the story about the peeing is what will be remembered no doubt. My sister was the driver and she got impatient and wanted to leave after not very long. I can understand though, it's never comfortable walking around in wet pants (just kidding!). Thus we ended up at the Garden Bar. Let me just say that when summer ends it's really over. I don't want to go out again in Bigfork for any reason other than a holiday until at least June. There's just no party left in it. With the absense of the cute guitar player and the continued addition of shots to my pizza-full stomach I was tired by 11:30 and ready to go home. Highlight: at 11:59 my buddy Simon (!!!!) called to wish me a happy birthday. The second of two friends who called to do so that day. Basically because of that the night ended on a good note, though he was disappointed when I told him I wasn't drunk and ordered me to immediatly go back into the bar, become so, and then call him back. It's just not right to take shots by yourself though. I called or texted a bunch of my Raven friends that night because Bigfork was boring and empty without their familiar drunkeness.
In other news..... my odometer looked like this (300,000) when I pulled out of my driveway this morning. I tried to take a picture but my camera is still retarded.
Today I am puppy-sitting for a friend. My companion is a 7 week old blue heeler/australia shepherd cross. His name is Mel. He's deaf. I like to call him Special Ed. Don't tell.
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