Tuesday
Dear Diary,
What the fuck was I thinking moving into this place? Four housemates. Four! I mean, Cheryl and Rob are alright, but Tom and Knocker have records, dude! And I mean bad records. Knocker's gotten into a lot of bar fights, and they don't call him "Knocker" for nothing. Tom's a total psycho, and he likes to steal my underwear. Seriously, that's just weird dude.
Even though Cheryl and Rob are nice, I wouldn't really trust them enough to not lock my doors at night. I mean, I guess Cheryl's fine, especially when she breaks out her "special brownies," if you know what I mean. Drugs. I'm talking about drugs.
Wednesday
Dear Diary,
I just got pulled over, and I was high as a kite. A flash of pink and a scream of pleasure later, I managed to get off easy with a ticket, but you know how it goes.
I missed another party tonight. Stupid finals. Study, study, study... Well, guess what? All work and no play makes Persephone a cranky little bitch! I'm going to tomorrow's party if it's the last thing I do!
Thursday
Dear Diary,
I didn't go to tonight's party. Fuck you, Algebra!
Also, caught Knocker wearing my underwear. Now I know why Tom steals 'em! LOL
I'm blackmailing them with a photo of it. I'll delete it when they return my underwear.
Friday
Dear Diary,
Most my housemates are out for the day. I'm helping Cheryl make some "cookies." I got some good jokes in while we worked. Got some laughs outta Cheryl. Feels good. Always feels good to make people happy. Make 'em smile. Make them laugh. It's the best. Cheryl and I spent the whole day together. First we baked, then we got baked. It was a good day.
Saturday
Dear Diary,
I've decided that if I can't attend any parties this week, I'M GONNA THROW ONE NEXT WEEK! Monday night, y'all. I'm pulling no punches and goin' all out on this party.
Knocker got into another fight, and Tom just HAD to go down with him. Dear god, I swear the only way those two could become good people is if they somehow started their lives over from scratch!
Monday
Dear Diary,
My party was a flop. A bunch of people said it looked more like a preschooler's birthday party than a college party. Their comments were kinda hurtful. OK, really hurtful. At least they got a few laughs out of it. That's what matters most. That's what matters most.
Tuesday
Dear Diary,
I know I say this a lot, but this time I really mean it. I just had the craziest trip of my life! I thought someone was talkin' to me, even though noone's there! It's was SUPER spooky, man. The voice, it was talking straight to me. It asked me what I valued most, and I told it the exact truth: Laughter, my friend. laughter makes my world go round. It talks again. It's like, "you'll be able to understand reality better" or some shit. I don't have a fucking clue what that's supposed to mean, but it sounds fun. Anyways, the voice guy said that I'd understand soon. Understand what? Fuck if I know! He also told me that, thanks to him, the party would never end. So... yeah, definitely a weird trip.
Wednesday
Dear Diary,
I would say my back still hurts from when it got shocked earlier (or whatever the fuck that was), but honestly I feel better than I've felt in a long-ass time. I mean, I really feel great! I feel great and I'm not even high! This is awesome! I'm on the top of the world!