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12.31.02 . 3:18 pm
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My morning started out with me waking up and wondering why Clint's alarm hadn't gone off. Sure enough, I leaned over him to reach the clock and saw that it was 5:45. I woke him up, and he was suprisingly calm about being late for work.
So, yeah, it's New Years Eve. Yay, party! Clint is spending money to send his parents to a nice hotel so he can have the house to himself for the party he's throwing tonight. It should be fun. It's also a bit of a going away party for Erik, seeing as he's going to Fresno for college soon. Tyson's goal for the night is to get Erik drunk. This has never been done before, but we all agree it would be wonderfully amusing. I wish Diana could come, but that would mean she'd bring Matt. And if he tried to bring in any coke the shit would hit the fan. Even with drinking alone, he has a tendency to become an asshole and try to fight every person within a mile radius that has even an ounce of testosterone. Mood: NormalWearing: The thing with the stuff Listening To: Sublime Thinking: Bah, what am I going to wear? Wishing: I could drive, dammit |