Current mood:	amused
Current music:	"Johnny Tarr"--Gaelic Storm

Here we go Sheila!
I loff Gaelic Storm. 'Tis what I listened to all the way home from Heather and Jen's at 6:30 this morning...yeah, oops. Went over there last night saying "OK, I won't stay past 1, so I can get to sleep at a normal hour." Riiiiiight. Was extremely fun night though, all things considered.

--Saw Ryan drunk off his ass for the first time ever. You know, it never ceases to amaze me how people will drink insane amounts of alcohol and then act really amazed at the fact that they're drunk. The boy was drinking straight Captain Morgans for like 2 or 3 hours. HELLO. Anywho, he was v. funny and falling over a lot, and then he started dancing around like he was in the "Thriller" video which was EXTREMELY funny. I think there were some pictures taken.
--Ooh, pictures. Yeah, I think there were a LOT of pictures taken. Am just now wondering if I put my camera back in my purse...
--Summey and I wound up talking for like 2 hours. OK, so we were a little stoned and still buzzing from the alcohol (I think I had maybe 3 drinks and 2 shots...but that was over like 7 hours), but we were absolutely cracking each other the fuck up. It's kinda funny, that; talking until 6 am w/somebody you barely know. But, damn, I wish somebody had been recording us. Cause we were really funny.
--Just to let everybody know, when you stare at the DVD Magnavox screen for a while it looks like a face. Then if you stare at it even LONGER, it looks like a bunny rabbit wearing a visor with his ears poking out the top. Hey, just thought I'd share.
--Tom peed. OK, eww. Cannot even believe that I was witness to that. He was passed out in the chair and Jenny was passed out in his lap and their arms were kinda flopped over each other's faces, so it was pretty funny to begin with b/c I don't really know how they didn't suffocate. Anyways, about 5:30 Tom starts pawing at the floor with his foot, kinda like a horse. I'm all "Dude, what's he doing?" and Summey's all "I dunno" and I'm all "Is he trying to get up?" and Summey's all "Maybe he needs to pee."
Well, no sooner was that out of his mouth then we hear this odd noise...sort of like somebody turned a hose on in the corner of the den...yep, you guessed it. The boy peed. Like not just a "Oops, I laughed too hard and peed a little." But I mean like "I've been saving it up all night and now I'm gonna piss like a racehorse." Summey like stops talking and looks at me w/his eyes all big and I'm all "What's that?" And he's all "Um..." and I'm all "Jesus Mary and Joseph, please tell me that's not what I think it is." And of course it WAS. And, yeah, I think we laughed hysterically for like 30 minutes. Finally managed to wake Jenny up and then she finally managed to wake Tom up and she took him home.

Quotes of the night:

Summey: Cameron, that was not pee. That was a cloud burst.
Me: That wasn't a cloud burst, that was a fucking rainstorm. It's typhoon season in here.

(after Summey and I managed to roll Ryan up in the futon mattress w/out him waking up)
Me: He looks like a taco.
Summey: He's a taco! No...he's a KLOCKO! (Ryan's last name is Klocker...*gigglesnort*)

Anyways. I'll tell about my drunken shenanigans from Wed. night as well b/c there's a long dramatic post from Thurs. that doesn't really fit the mood I've set here...

Wed. night I was in Raleigh and wound up going out w/my sister, Kristen, and her best friend, Brooke. Girls night out and all that. Well, yeah, I got pretty fuckin drunk. At one point took a Jaeger shot and had to go splash water on my face in the bathroom and, DUDE, it took me about 5 minutes to stagger over there. Craziness. Ack, and I got molested by a shady emo boy! No, seriously! Lemme explain.

This guy, Mike, who'd been hanging out w/us all night, who Kristen and Brooke sorta kinda know (he's the bouncer at this bar they always go to), was pretty cute, right? Well, so I was flirting. Sure, why not? Well, he just kept getting friskier and friskier and finally, when Kristen offered to drive him home b/c he had no ride we're standing there waiting on her to unlock the car and he sticks his tongue down my throat. Right in front of my sister! OK, I don't know how YOUR siblings are about stuff like that, but mine are super protective over me b/c I'm the baby by a LOT (Kristen and John are 5 years older, Candi's 8 years older). So sticking your tongue down my throat in front of my big sister is just...not a good idea. Kristen was all "Oh my GOD, Mike, what the fuck?" and he's all "Sorry, I couldn't help it, Kristen, your sister's so hot." HELLO, I'm standing here! Anyways, we drove him home and the entire way he was trying to stick his hand in my shirt and Kristen couldn't really do anything but drive, of course. And he's all "Can't I come sleep at your place? Invite me over! Come on, invite me!" And we're like "Nah, that's OK." And we got to his fucking house and he's all "Kristen, can your sister stay here? I promise I'll bring her back in the morning." Um...EXCUSE ME? I don't know if you noticed, once again, but I'm RIGHT HERE. NOT DEAF. OR MUTE.

*snort* Men. They're just fucking retarded, basically.

And that, my friends, is a good intro for my next post. Which I will make after I do all the other shit I need to do this afternoon. And eat some lunch too. :)