wake up feeling like ive been hit by a truck, covered in bruises, i chat with wes and kenny as i attempt to  piece together the night.
60 some odd people on the first floor.
one big italin dumbass.
of course a fight.
after my toaster was thrown acrosss my family room, to hit some kid square in the face things can only go down hill.
what could posibly push me off the edge. lets throw 3 of clawsons finest into the mix. maybe a paramedic hell there was a fight, why not? did i mention that my friends told the 5-0 theres a fight in the back go check it out, only so they can run out the front to freedom. Wes smooth talked the cops while i made an ass of myself, by speaking.  (please note; first thing i notice this morning is breathilizer tubes everywhere.)
lisa ran all the way home with no shoes on. it was pretty nuts. i shouldn't only talk about the bad i can say how sweet it was. so many people i hadn't seen in a long time, pretty much everyone, even jackie was here? .don't even kno, what i do kno is keg beer is good beer.

now im gonna go to bed, thinking about how screwed i am isnt really sinking in.

this week we have had amazing weather i love it. today is another beautiful day.

10 days till im 18. im pretty excited.

gonna have a sweet party like old times.

don't really have much to say been doing the same old. chillen at the shire.

today is Kenny G's birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY  KENNY G!

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most def. hitler riding a duck.