one of the least favoriie days of my life.

i have million things to bring home. including this wooden art easel, and a tray of muffins. (don't ask.)

i have done no school work, because i can only concetrate in my apartment, and im a lazy ass.

i have gotten used to seeing mommy and will miss her so, and well as sister, but i see her again very soon.

i just feel like this trip was a high point, and things can't continue to go so well.

shit will hit the fan. maybe literally.

i havent had much contact with th outside world, and have been drunk for basically five days consecutively, and i feel like im gonna be a huge bitch when i get back to b-lo. but, i have gifts for my homeboys and girls, so ya'll better represent.

this bitch don't come but once in a lifetime, so appreciate.

peace...


drunk? i think so.

in vegas, we stayed at the newest, most luxurious hotel ever. probably will be the nicest hotel of my life. flat screen tvs, one in the bathroom, curtains that open with the touch of a button. a window the size of the wall. amazing beds, and sheets.

what else. oh yeah. the gala last night was basically like being the golden globes. everyone had an ice sculpture at their table. top shelf liquor pouring out like water. glitter falling from the celing. elvis, dancers, singers, band.

I've never seen anything like it, and ill post the pics when i can. it was insane.

but after all that insanity, it is nice to be with my mommy, in her house. thats right, now im in az. third leg of my three city tour. im contemplating never drinking again, due to the massive hangover, and about 6 lbs gained thus far on the trip.

anyway, last night, we were heading upstairs to call it a night, and, i was of course decked out in a tiara(they were gving them out at the party), and some guy asks if im getting married. what? i was confused, and luaghed and said no, that i was at an event, where they gave me the tiara. he then proceded to invite to his room, and said that we could just "hold eachother". while some snuggles would have been very nice, and needed, i declined, and went to bed.

the best part was everyone on the elevator was drunk, and laughing, and encouraging me to go with him. i guess its just the insanity that only vegas can bring.

when i arrive home, the simplicicty of buffalo will be a nice return to reality. :O)

but i feel really guilty about leaving school and work behind. right now, im doing really well, and im hoping this week doesn't fuck it all up.

but, how do you write papers and the like, when you are in sin city?


(help)

there was some sort of party happening at my old house, 27 mang, and there were many (e:peeps) in tow. here's the ones i remember: (e:me) ,
(e:hodown) , (e:paul) , (e:matthew) , (e:terry) , (e:mike) , (e:jason) , (e:joshua) .

not really sure what the celebration was, but in true stoner tradition, we all got high, and then, (e:joshua)' s girlfriend, some random btichy chick, got all mad, and she ended up leaving. we all proceded to get really drunk, and (e:terry) ended up with dyed dark brown hair, and a stylish new outfit, and he was looking really hot, and i had a huge crush on him, because he was now straight.

we also hung out in one of the (e:larson) ' s cars in the parking lot, adjacent to my old house for a long period of time.

and oh yeah, we did a shitload of coke. everyone got their own little baggy.

it was a good time had by all and everyone hated (e:joshua) 's bitch girlfriend.

don't even ask what this all means. but it sure was a good dream!