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Monday, July 19, 2004

Oi last night was a night.
9pm Christina calls me telling me to get ready to go to Chelsea's grad party. I didn't really think I would have the time to get ready and I was cleaning the house and didn't want to stop (she told me there was alcohol so I "had to go"). I said no, called back and said pick me up. Took a shower super fast and was ready when she came in. A miracle might I add.
When we got there I didn't really know how fun it was going to be as I only knew a few people and there were a lot of parents and little kids. Most everyone I knew left shortly after I got there. Christina, Kevin and I hung out by the dock and talked to Brad a few times. I started drinking vodka and bacardi straight, Christina was my DD. Some kids with cool hair asked if I was wearing a Deftones shirt, I was. They asked if I liked them, "yeah since I'm wearing the shirt". They asked more questions but I got confused so I just left the cabin (I was a little tipsy at this point). They started to light off uber illegal fireworks so Christina, Kevin and I laid in the grass. The boys that asked about my shirt came over by us. We all introduced each other and got to talking and more drinking (mostly me, the guys drank a little). Brad was leaving and I normally hate him but I went over there and gave him a hug. He put me over his shoulder and swung me around, and said he liked me drunk (probably b/c I can stand his stupidity then), thanks a lot you SOB.
I needed to go to the bathroom (which was an outhouse thing, we were in a lot with campers and little cabins) so we all walked down there... and drank more.
Things get really hazy after this.
This kid Chase and I started talking about bands and Quentin Tarantino, he said that he’s never met a girl who’s into that kind of stuff and that I was really cool. I used him as my “walking stick” most of the night. Christina, Kevin, Chase, Justin, Dan (chase’s friends) and I all went down to the dock to talk. I don’t remember a lot but I remember talking about Robert Smith, Nirvana, Orgy, Adult Swim (when Justin talks he sounds like Brendan from Home Movies), and Christina and I were quoting movie lines (we all started laughing super hard when Christina and I did “So I was standing in line to use the payphone when this guys turns around and tips his hat like this” from A Night at the Roxbury). Someone said we should go on the pontoon and talk and I ended up kissing Chase a few times. Christina yelled at us b/c he has a girlfriend. You would think I could remember that, I wasn‘t THAT drunk. I had to pee again so we went back down to the bathroom, talked more, then Christina and I had to go.
In the car Christina told me that Chase wasn’t even drunk and I was the most drunk out of all of them. Niiice. I got home still very drunk, talked to my mom for a bit and went to bed.
Christina just called me back to fill in the gaps, (guess I was a little too drunk) and told me some stuff about this Chase kid and all I have to say is I so got pimped... argh. Tomorrow we might get together with them and watch movies; that should be interesting as I don’t remember what Chase looks like.

shaina loves the jews at;
3:51 PM

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