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catch-up! get it? hahaha tomato! pulp fiction? anyone? yahman.

so i was home this weekend and attended what was theeee most ridiculous party ever. or maybe iii was just really ridiculous? yah i think that's it. homieshit FUCKYESSLA tore my shit up.

let my ramble begin: i got there saturday. i surprised mayra. i picked up some stuff from home. i went to samantha's house. i got ready. i didn't wear a bra and it was so weird. but alex and samantha were like ooohnomnom and shit. lolz. and then we went to cvs where alex bought a bottle of jack daniels and a pack of cigarettes. like true party goers. then we got to the glasshouse where we met up with derek and kyle and smoked a bowl or two. idk but samantha and me were getting impatient and really just wanted to drink so us 2 and alex went back to the car to do that. then we saw a cop pass by so we jumped outta the car like if he had just got there are were gonna smoke a cig. and then we drank more. and then we went inside and i was already drunk so my memories kinda faded in and out at this point. i remember seeing everyone. kyle jenni daniel topher this girl i went to bp with and like 50729052 other people. and i remember going backstage with alex for a quick second but of course there was cesar+alex drama so we left and then...idk. i was basically with samantha the whole night and alex ran off backstage and onstage with karla. so it all worked out rather well. somewhere in that night i went back to the car with sam and derek and kyle a few times and we pretty much finished the bottle of jack daniels. i was borderline belligerent. but i was high so that may have chilled me out. after that...i'm really completely not sure. i just looked at the pictures today and i don't remember any of them. i don't remember how i managed to take so many with so many different people. i don't remember getting into other people's WITH ryan's camera nonetheless. idkidkidk. i had this goal to be trashed and i was SO trashed. i don't remember when we left. i don't remember buying more soda and cigarettes. i don't remember what time we got home. i don't remember how i started drinking MORE once we were home. i don't remember the last drink i took. i don't knowwwwwwww. i woke up drunk for my late breakfast with mayra. she laughed at me. and i don't even know. i use that phrase a lot describing that night. because that's all i can really say.

best night EVER. amirite? yahman.