confusion247's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Clarksvegas...Old Times. I've had quite the amazing experience up here in Clarksville. I'm having a blast. At first it kind of sucked because things were different, but they always are when you leave a place as dramatic as this for a few monthes. You're bound to return to people who hate everyone. When I first got into town I was hanging out with the Kelsh regularly, that was pretty fun. We went to my brothers going away party together and I beer bonged four beers, I felt so trashy, it was rediculous. Then I went to another party the very next night, and the next night there was another one that Nan and I went to. It was Meggie's twentieth birthday party. Holy shit, I feel like I'm twelve when I say that. All my friends are a crazy amount older than me. But whatever, it really doesn't feel that way. I had an oddly great time. It felt like Freshmen year again. Nik, Meggie, Tiffany, Brandon, Bill/Will, Meggie's house with no parents. I felt like Laurel and Matt Stockdale were going to walk through the door any minute. There were a ton of others there too, Barbara, Chad, Ryan, Nanskie, Michael Elder!!! (I was crazy excited), CJ, Jackie, then some people I didn't know. It was a ton of fun, then last night Brandon, Meggie, CJ, and myself drove up to Bowling Green at 10:30 to visit Nik. Quite the group. I had a killer time. We went to Denny's and played that damn "I'm going on a trip and I'm bringing ...." game. And there's a new rule everytime and I always give up and become the "irate bastard." We played one with like the first letter of the monthes of the year in order. Like January, February, March. So you had to go in order, Jalapenos, Fireworks, Mushrooms. It was rediculous and complicated. And I bought a carton of ciggarettes. I figure it'll last me the week so I won't have to worry about that in my budget. I'm down to I think ten dollars because of all the gas last night. Oh well. Then Brandon and I drove home and listened to Ghost Man on Third, it was like old times, and fucking amazing. Only difference was he was driving my car. I'm going to get going. I'm actually missing a few Germantownians, well, more like three maybe. Yeah, maybe three. I have two more days with this journal. Then I'm gone. Hearts, Danny. 10:06 a.m. - 2003-12-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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