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Every time I go on facebook there is someone from my high school updating their status in a jamaican accent. I went to high school with them, THEY DONT HAVE AN ACCENT. Its like a game trying to translate them too.

Example:

Bwoy yuh ah guh mawd mi ehhhh????? Ah wah duh yuh?

I dont know how the events of last night unfolded but Im more curious on how I was talked into going to Queens to spend the night. How did something so illogical seem so logical? 

I was at school sick feeling like I was going to die or explode from stomach pains. I wrote an email to my teacher saying I was unable to go to class due to my sickness. Htat told me earlier that he wanted me to go out with him drinking with one of our other friends. At that moment of extreme pain and fear of throwing up I thought there was no way I was going to be able to go out. Oh and I also had no phone cause I lost it and I was dealing with this guy who found it and took it all the way to brooklyn for the night. I digress. 

On my way out I went to go tell the friend we were going to go out with that Htat wants to go out and Im too sick to come. I wanted it to be short and quick so I could make it home and be sick all night. It was not short and quick. He talked to me about his website and wanted my opinion on it. Then we started to leave (me trying to escape) and on the way out he bought me a Gatorade and we went and sat outside. 

The Gatorade worked magic voodoo on me and made me feel better. It was really weird. Just 30 mintues earlier I felt like my insides were going to explode. I debated if I should still go to class even though I already wrote the email. I ended up not going. 

Later on I was yelled at by Michael for not going cause he had to sit in the class all alone pretty much half drunk off of drinking earlier. I roped him into coming out to the bar with us even though he said he already drank and wanted to go to bed. What can I say, I love drunk Michael.  Its like time slows down when he drinks so he moves in slow motion. Its the best thing to watch. This is why I like that I dont get drunk. I get to watch everyone else. 

Overall it was a really fun night! Free drinks, free food, darts and FIFA. I sucked at all the games and instantly wanted to stop playing as soon as they got serious. Michael was over it the whole time, well maybe it was after getting the first bullseye in dart. 

At the end of the night Htat somehow managed to smooth talk me and Michael to spend the night at his place all the way in Queens when we both live in Manhattan, esp. Michael who lived 3 streets away from where we were but somehow we ended up in a cab with two just purchased toothbrushes for our queens slumber party. 

It was definitly an interesting night and an even weirder morning. Mostly because I woke up to a camera shutter noise and htat standing above me and Michael with his iphone aimed at us. Why does everyone I know end up taking pictures of me asleep?