Fake Hangover

i think that i might had drank shots of jack daniel until my brains were up into my arse, i felt like as if im walking up in the clouds, but it's only black coffee im having. and oh, oh, sorry, id been chain smoking again in the basketball court, i cant help it, i have my nicotine cravings. afterall , its the temptation i cant resist and its the first time i took a fag for last two months.

nesto was back. he seems pretty sastified with his current work. tour-guiding big white guys in their khakis to see the ridiculous big-nosed proboscis monkeys , river cruising under the scouching hot sun and getting sunbunt hiking in the damn forest. it may seems like his Ideal work getting all sweaty and insect bites all over their body but i just cant see what is the pleasure in it.

oh yeah, i am so proud of myself today. i had said to my classmates that i do not want to play with their band anymore. and... heh, they begged me not to do so. wohoo, i felt so smug at the moment i rejected them down. i didnt really say no to anyone when they asked me to do them their favour because i dont want to let people down, or let's say, i am a people-pleaser. but, this time, when i said no, i felt so.. i dont know, like i was in charge or something. After all , they had taken me for granted, kicking me around like a ball across the field and to the girl's bathroom, and then was at the foot of someone else, toying me around, and then, i was kicked to nowhere after they had 'enough. but this time, it's the other way round, i just love to see them panic and find another keyboardist in this short period.

oh, there's two prom you know? or should i say, its actually only an installation night? but what the hell, thats the only night where high school chicks get to play dressed up and wear their heels and guys in their... *baffled* tux. so it was always like the installation-night cum prom night. but nyway, i had made up my mind to go, this is my last year, and yeah, i do want to snap some pictures and still them in frames of my memory. but maybe i will dismiss all the big hair and long dress thingy. i will just opt something semi-formal. or maybe its not I that choose the clothing, because look at the puffiness of my body, looks like its the clothes that choose me to wear on them. oh, oh, did i tell you, my hair got slightly better already? i actually rubbed on red wine on my scalp, and it does work after that. heh, housewive remedies do work sometimes , ya know.

but there is still one thing im a bit i dont know, still on my mind, i didnt find myself a date yet. i know jeff had asked...but, ick.. i dont even like him.or, nesto... nah, dont think so. or... stan? did he came back that time already? *shrugs* but i guess, i will never ever dare to ask him that like "will you be my date on prom?" eww, thats like,so... desperate. oh..fuck me, i will just date my girlfriends and we will have an all-girls night, that doenst sound so bad..right? or does it ?

sigh. whatever.