Updation.

I am just getting the past 3 days off my head.

Two nights ago, I got blown and past out early. 3:30 in the moning, William called em to tell me to wake up, he was a minute away. So then he calls me back and says to come outside. So I did and he is sitting there in his car (he is 15, he doesn't have a lisence) and I was like wait, We are leaving. And he said yes he didn't take the car out for nothing. So I went back upstairs and made my bed like I was in it, got my phone and keys and bounced. Around 4:15--we get pulled over. He asks William to step out of the car and he searches him. Pats him down and everything. Then he gets in the back of the cop car. I am sitting in William's car shaking for at least 30 minutes, then a second cop car pulls out. And his mom hops out, William gets out, tells me to get out of the front seat because his mom is going to take us home. So his mom get's in, looks at me and kinda laughs (wtf?) then starts to drive. She then asks me where I live and I told her. The rest of the drive was silent. William at one points leans his head back on the seat as if to say "shit. I fucked up." I felt like touching his soulder and it took everything I had not to. I finally got home, snuck back in, stole a cigarette from my mom smoked it, then crashed. I woke up the next morning so very very confused. I mean why was it my house he chose to go to? I mean he did say that he called everyone, but they fell asleep. If so, why didn't he just go home? Why was I the last resort? By the way, he is the most calmest driver ever. I was so relaxed with him driving. That is until we got pulled over, but whatever.

Today: Turkey day.

I am wearing my jamacin pants, and my super hero tshirt. My step grandma, who is 69, was like would you like to ride with me? I said yes. We got into her car and she says I have a surprise for you. And I just KNEW. She pulls out a metal tin container for bandaides and I was like "Bandaides?" And she asked me if I wanted a bandaide, I told her yes. She opens it, pulls out a twisted joint and a clear pruple lighter. We pull away and start our journey. We smoke it with my D.J.ing the radio. We finally put it out and she is telling me all these stories about her being a kid and shit. Like when she was ltitle she liked to suck on her fingers and play with "googles" (what she called boobs)...or maybe it was goggles...anyways. Then she started talking about her polish grandma and how my stepgrandma was her favorite. We were takign a route that showed old plain western Oklahoma meets urban suburbia. It was trippy but really cool. Then we got to my real grandma's house and I ate so much.

I'll post my very important post later today. Goodbye for now.