Well let's see:
Friday: After getting out of school, hung out with about 9 friends, about 5 i knew well. They all decideded to then go to another person i didn't know that well's house, so i split off with them and went to another friends house, who was there with 3 other people, 2 of whom i knew, and i quickly struck off a friendship with the girl i didn't know. We then walked to the girl's house to get her skateboard (She had a board and wanted to learn to ride but her friend who was going to teach her decided not to) and I had mine with me so I figured i'd teach her. We swung by Subway quick for a bite, then walked to the church I skate at(The back lot is slightly inclined so it's a very good place to find your balance and get used to pushing off) and while i was teaching her, mild flirting ensued. Eventually got a ride back to my place from a friend.
Saturday: Went over to best friends house, eventually went into town with him and some of the group from yesterday's events. Eventually some of the one's i didn't know's friends showed up who were high as fuck. Deciding to get out of this situation, I called girl-from-friday to see what she was doing. She was nearby, so I went to hang out with her, and my friends among the group i was already with came along. Then as we were walking to where the girl was, i noticed some OTHER friends near a house in town, who were helping their grandparents move furniture into their house, and we helped the process along. Then we hung out at the park, when my other friend called me, seeing if i wanted to come along to the movies. So we piled into my friends car, and drove to the theatre, arriving a little late to the movie, but we still saw it. Then we watched Rango, and eventually I got back to my house with my best friend who was staying over, only to get in to find my sister, home from college for spring break, partying it up withh her friends. (read: Drunk as all get out.) My friend and i grabbed 4 cans of soda, a gallon of water, a bag of pretzels, half a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter, went to my room, locked the door, barricaded it with my bed, and spent the night trying to keep the drunken horde out of my room.
Sunday: Haven't really done anything, played Mega Man 9 with the friend who slept over, passing the controller whenever the other died. Now i'm home, laying on my bed, posting on the escapist, hoping someone texts me, and going out to get a bite with my dad later on.
This weekend was pretty fucking amazing when i put it into prespective. A shame the job i just got hired for requires i work saturday and sunday mornings, I won't be able to do things like this as often.
