parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"Wooden\" Caravans and Bingo Night Listening To: The Grammy's What a week. We start off with a brilliantly brilliant bingo night accompanied with my dearest friend Stephanie (holy shit, I guess a funk band named The Parliment Funkadelic just emerged onto the Grammy stage and that old black guy with multi colored hair is scaring the crap out me. Oh god he is wicked scary...sorry). Stephanie and I used 30 bingo cards on twelve bingo games. We cheated like bastards, we stole cookies and we a bingo card (it was actually accidentally given to us, but we didn't give it back), and we lied like Puerto Rican prostitues on a Sunday afternoon. Yeah, we didn't win a single game. With 30 bingo cards, that means that we had exactly 750 losing bingo numbers. So, since we lost, we also stole those bingo paint markers. I was pissed. It was hilarious. Today, Julia and I spent the afternoon in Boston. I eventually spent $117.69 on cloths (specifally a pair of pants, and three shirts) at the world reknownd Urban Outfitters. While on the Lynnway, Julia and I noticed a caravan with those absolutly disgusting fake wood panels on the side. We realized that they should be outlawed cause they are amazingly digusting, so I rolled down my window and started to tell the guy that was driving that his car is pretty ugly. I dunno if he heard me or not, but he noticed that I was talking to him and he rolled down his window to hear what I was saying. I panicked and asked him the first question that popped in my mind. "Is Boston this way?" Oh yeah, I knew exactly where Boston was. I dunno why I asked that question. It was the first that popped in my mind. Julia and her Mother were huddled over laughing. I just rolled up my window and cried. It was absolutly hilarious. Driving home was also quite fun (hi...hi...hi...okay...meet me at the mall...okay...). Right now. I feel very unmotivated. I know tomorrow will be just like every other school day. I'll wake up, go to school, come home, and wonder why aren't I with my friends. It's a very boring and uninteresting process and I wish I could break out of this Monday-through-Friday habit. 10:15 p.m. - 02-08-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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