Very very few things could have made my weekend better... well from about 5:00 Saturday to Sunday night. Maria is leaving on New Years Eve.. moving far far away to Seattle, and she wanted to ahve one more girls' night. So mom dropped me at the big Walmart downtown and I met up w/ liz. We put my shit in hte car and went in to meet Ria at the checkstand, and she had in her hands, the makings of nachos, cookie dough, a 2 liter of mountain dew, as well as A bottle of boone's farm A 6-pack of bacardi silver strawberry. Sigh. She took us to a hotel for the evening, we ordered a pizza, and we sat in hte hotel room eating, watching tv, drinking and playing cards. Opposite of my mother, I enjoy being drunk. I like that fuzzy sinky feeling. We got so weird. Laughing about how e use to talk in our sleep. Maria... granted she gets to a point of drunkness and then stops, was the most messed up of us and we had alot more than she did. The fucking hot tub never got warm enough to actually enjoy at all. FUCK> SO I had teet hpulled monday. the holes hurt like motherfuckers and the painkillers they gave me are... well lets just say personally aaddicting... sort of the same drunk feeling, but way better, and I sleep. I slept for like 6 hours during the day last night. I almost lost it today at school. Hehee its still not healing. I should stop picking them. There is like nothing soft and nonsweet to eat in this house. There are bacardi's in the fridge but they would not mix well with the painkillers. Sigh. I love you hydrocodone