I hate mosquito bites.
I have 29 of them on my body from last night alone.
There is a bite on my elbow and it is swelling.
What a shitty night.
Peach fest was a bust.
Got good and drunk though.
People annoy me though.
People who talk shit about me for no reason, literally right behind my back is super fucking lame.
I have two suggestions for people like this.
a. Act your age, honestly, you’re how much older than me?
b. Get over it.
In all honesty though, I got over it pretty quickly. I even had intentions of trying to make shit right. But I chose to ignore your stupid little comments, and wen’t on with my night, while whatever it was ate at you for the rest of the night I’m sure.
Waking up sweating sucks, espicially when its in someone elses house, because there is really nothing you can do about it. You can’t open a window because you don’t wanna fuck it up, you don’t have a change of shorts to put on, you can’t remove articles of clothing because not only are you not the only person in the room, but your not the only person in the bed either. And the person in the other bed happens to be your brother.
Breaking pants sucks too.
First the zipper went…and I could deal with that, because I could just wear long shirts.
Then this morning, some how the button buckled, and flew off, my pants are trash, don’t ever buy pants from Urban Behaviour, I’ve had nothing but problems with their pants.
Fuck my feet are itchy.
So is my back.
I hate mosquitos.
But there were many things that made this weekend incredible.
Friday was a really good night, drinking with friends, and making new ones.
All in all, aside from me now being a walking west nile virus, I had a decent weekend.
