Walk me to the graveyard. Dig up her Bones

You guys almost had to dig up my bones. I was kidnapped yesterday! As cool as it is to live a misfits song, oh man! What a day.

It started off as the worst hangover ever. I love pub crawls!! This was my first and it was fucking wicked!!

HIGHLIGHTS:

- being drunk before 6 o'clock
- yelling "Biology sucks the bag!!" in front of all the bio kids
- eating about 300 slices of pizza
- creating a new club - The BFT club (it's not a gang though, so don't think I left the sticky bandits)
- Dark and Dirty
- sweet o
- kareoke
- not knowing how to spell
- Getting told off at Melon's ......AGAIN!! (By the way, go fuck yourself, really.)
- dancing it up, or flailing it up at the page
- leaving the page alone to go back to melon's
- bucket truck
- 2 o'clock (thank God the bars had finally closed)
- Watching an old friend get totally dissed by his girlfriend
- JR's
- being way to drunk and slow to leave the booth and then missing the cab home
- the second cab with Alison, Tyler, and Taylor?
- Chatting with Alison about how big of a bitch some girls can be (not ourselves though)

and then the rest is a blur. I woke up in my own bed with pj's on though, so I'm guessing I was alright.

So then yesterday, right after leaving the caf for dinner, I was snatched by a van full of Peter's. I was taken away to "Up West" as it is called and promised to see people wearing rubber boots. I saw no fucking boots!

So after an afternoon of hanging out in Ellerslie, PEI, I got to go to a show in Ellerslie, PEI. I was promised to be returned back to Charlottetown by supper time.

Never ever forget: Kidnappers lie.

We only stuck around for Bobby and Peter and Peter's show and then they finally brought me back home. Not without me yelling in front of the extremely young punk rock kids "Where's your fucking rubbers? I was promised rubber boots."

Then I was rushed out of the little club and sent home. More to come later, this post is way too long.