erics hello kitty necklace to bame or just pure shitty luck???

2007-08-12T10:28:02Z

so i dont think i could have had a worse night but you know what i probably will because that's how my life fucking works out right?? so i was tired as hell and ended up sleeping for like 836948 hours and when i woke up no one was home because they were all out eating and doing their thing. when it got really late i wanted some french toast so we all went to ihop. yeah that makes my night horrible right? NOPE!!!!

before we had decided on going to ihop we took the redline home from hanging out with our friend from school, jacob. while we were waiting in the chicago redline station, this man was all like "get out of my fucking way you fucking bitch" and ranting being completely pissed off and all ftw. at first i thought it was directed to someone else on the platform, however it was definitely directed towards me. eric, who was sitting on top of the paper recycling box was all like "you just got verbally assulted" and the man, who had walked down towards the end of the platform where the first car would be, decided to yell back at us. he was all like "damn fucking right i'll assult her" and i was like are you fucking serious????? the train came and the guy was coming towards us from behind!!! of course i freaked out a little bit and made us all head futher back so we would be in a farther away car and we got into the car as quickly as we could but the dude was pacing the cars and following but ended up getting into a car futher behind. thankfully, that's the last time that we saw that freak minus when he got off the train at the monroe station. also on that train was some young black boys who would rather fight than take a seat other than the one next to their bff and a little 12 year old one that likes to blow on emily's neck. basically we vowed never to take the red line again.

we were going to take the brown line home since we had some bad experiences on the red line earlier in the day. this one was not in service and we were making jokes about how the first one to get on the not in service train would die. haha funny right? nope!!! now remember in that last paragraph how that guy was randomly a dick to me for no reason? yeah that happened to another girl and we were like oh shit are you serious? this time it was a guy that was all like "get off your phone bitch" to some girls that were standing on the platform talking to each other and waiting for their train. some jokes were said and we honestly kinda forgot about that guy. the sign changed from not in service to kimball and we were like lol whatever maybe the train conductor is just retarded and got on anyway. we were talking to this hispanic dude makin jokes about how far kimball was from the belmont/lakeview area and so on. we made it to kimball and waited on the train, waiting for it to go back towards the loop and that guy that had called out that girl for being on her phone and he was pacing back and forth along the platform as though he were waiting for a train that were heading back aswell.

now we get a better visual on this guy. he was pretty much in all white, a creamy white if you will since no one that shady could be in angel colors. on top of his clean shaven bald head is a creamy cabby hat, he was wearing a white button down shirt which was probably tucked in towards the beginning of night but now it was beginning to become untucked in various areas. his pants seemed to be nice however in the back they were all frayed like he was sitting on an escalator and never got off so the metal decided to take bites out of some of the fabric, making it fray. both his shirt and pants were pinstripped but not in a matchy way, more like a faced way. on his feet were some snakeskin loafers which made most of us think that he was gay, after all most of halsted was all blocked off for this pretty much gay pride weekend party thing in boys town. he was carrying around this white trash bag, the kind with the red pullstring so it wasn't exactly cheap and inside it was something cylindrical, eric joked that hey maybe it was a gun or something and that we were all going to die.

if only.

a few more jokes were said and then panic began to set in. he continued to pace back and forth then disappeared for awhile and we thought that maybe we were safe until we heard this 'oh shit' from eric. see amanda and eric had the best view where they were. see the diagram that will go right here. so eric was going to scope the area out because we wanted to jet real bad because everything was getting way too real for us. then his face went dead as we heard the door that was closest to me open and BAM there was this guy. he leaned against the doorway there which was basically right next to me and i was like oh shit he must have heard all those dicks shit talking him and now he wants revenge in the form of our souls. he stood there staring at me and i was all like 'uh... hi..' trying to be nice because what else do you do when people are staring at you? he was all like 'hi' all smiling his crazy smile with his wide eyes. if you could ever define the world psychopath with a person, this guy would be your textbook example. when he smiled, the veins in his head would jut out a little bit and the smile looked almost forced, cheshire even. all his teeth had the be shown along with his dental records and some little gremlin that was like hey i floss back here wanna check?? and that smile would never go away. thankfully, he left me alone and moved to his victim. he rounded the corner and leaned into emily. he was all like "you..." and i'm pretty sure everyone was holding their breath at that moment. honestly, we had no idea what was going to go on other than we were probably going to die in some fashion.

then, using that garbage bag poster, he hit emily on the head with it. insert confusion here. amanda had moved to eric since she needed to feel safe and this guy just kept laying it on emily. he spit out lines like 'you are gorgeous' and just about anything to say that she was beautiful. then he was all like "i'm terrible.. you can tell me i'm terrible.." and emily was just like oh my god please leave me alone sldhnsh. then he came over to me and bopped me on the head and was all like 'you're terrible, i know you are.. i'm terrible, you can tell me' and i was like yeah you're terrible. whatever just to make him go away right? wrong. he labeled us the terrible twosome then went back to creep emily out more. he began to rant about how he had fallen in love with emily and how he was a gentleman and knew how to treat ladies right and stuck his tongue out at amanda. he continued to hit on emily, claiming that she had control over him and all the men that she ever came in contact with and how she would ruin them and how he would always remember her... her and that dress. he also said something along the lines of how for once he had the control in this situation because there were no cameras. he also noted that emily wasn't into him and began to ask her if she were into black men. if she had ever fucked a black man. he even had the audacity to state that if he were a black man that she would have her nose up his ass right then. thankfully amanda had begun to ask him questions so that he would be less intent on emily. we found out that his name is freddy. whether you spell it with an ie or a y is completely up to you apparently. freddy. like freddy kruger. in the end amanda ended up getting his phone number (which is (773) 633-3793 everyone call him ok) he kept saying that if he didn't get a phone call that he would be seriously pissed off. no one wants to piss freddy off.

he began to start to dig into emily's personal life, eric said that she was a lesbian and that i was her girlfriend when he started to act like he really wanted to get with her. he came over to me and was like 'you're her lover????' and i was like 'yeah of course' and then he proceeded to tell me that he wanted to eat my asshole and i was like uh no. then he said that he wanted to watch me and emily and i was like no sorry we really aren't into that. he sat back down and was talking about how gorgeous emily was in her dress and how he would never forget her or find anyone as perfect as her. he also said that this is the most beautiful he had ever seen her since he started stalking her and eric was like well i've known her since she was seven and she was so good looking then and he was like no way are you serious and getting all obviously jealous. seriously this guy was a creep. the train had finally started moving and after a stop or two i moved up and sat next to emily with my arm around her to act as though i were a for real gay couple with her. thankfully we weren't alone in the car anymore, a black dude and a mexican dude had gotten on there before we had started moving.

freddy began to tell us more useless things, like how he was celibate and that's why we didn't have to worry about him being an asshole because he didn't want to sleep with emily. HAHA REALLY FOOLING ME BUDDY!!!! he even went to telling emily that she shouldn't sleep around because she might get a disease and since she holds that special place in his heart he just can't have that. he kept leaning in and telling us things and singing to us. he was being very loud and stumbling around since he was beyond wasted. eric was busy taking pictures and looking at himself and this man was walking around all like 'hey no cameras' and eric was like o its off bud but then it happened again and he was like 'im serious about the camera' and eric lied and said it was off. the train started moving after freddy was like FUCK YOU to that dude as though he were all hardcore. it was kinda funny. then, after a little bit more singing and creepy stares that mexican man made his move. he was all liek you know what? whips out badge and i was like oh my god my savior is mexican what in the world. freddy began to get a little sassy. i think he was only going to be warned but he pissed the cop guy off so out came the handcuffs and they went onto freddy. then they began to have a conversation about fucking each other and butt sex and the train stopped at the belmont stop and freddy was taken off. all four of us cheered.

now this guy that was in the front of the car came over and was super stoked that that shit happened to us because it took the attention off of him. he didn't really get to talk to us that much because guess who came back???? FREDDY. the dude was like a bad disease. he came back and began to sing to us and then we realized hey that train was going back to kimball again so we were like fuck that peace out and got off it and the black dude came over and was like jesus christ thank god you were there i'm a graffiti artist and i thought that i was going to get busted but instead he was all focused on you guys instead so what was going on. i was beginning to explain but freddy stumbled over and hit eric with his poster. um.... we definitely left the train station saying fuck whatever train was going to come we were just going to walk. at least freddy wasn't in our faces.

we were pretty shaken up and didn't really know how to get home because a lot of work was being done on the cta so lines are closed and so are stops so we were right by where heychris lives (yes we know where his apartment is and which one is his) and we were going to be like hey get us home right now please but then we saw a redline train running above ground past the wellington stop that was right there. that station was closed though, so we were like ok we'll just walk to fullerton and get on there. we weren't sure if chris was awake or not anyway but i had seen his light on so eric ran over and looked in his window and yelled "HEY CHRIS!!!!!!!! HEY CHRIS!!!!!!!" and emily and i peaced around the corner and eric finished with a "BYE CHRIS" and we continued down the street, amanda was told to come over to a huge black dude that was chillin on the street corner but she ignored him and we trecked on. of course we hit more fucking drunkies and this time they're into eric though. they were all like "fall out boy is playing a show down there" and i was like wtf...... fob...... then they proceeded to talk to him about his lip piercings and stuff.

somehow we got to the train stop and onto the train where i got hit on by another drunk dude named jimmy. when we got off the train it was raining. today was just one fucked up night. here are some pictures that eric took since he didn't care if we were going to die he is just conceited. in the end the redline saved the day.

bedpostnotch @ 2006-09-11T17:51:00

2006-09-11T22:52:43Z

And back to you:

Writing out something from the heart or something based on instinct alone could come off as cowardly but it could also come off as honest and maybe a little bit vulnerable. I may not ready ever word you write but I at least skim and read through nearly every entry on my friend’s page. Despite what was said, I think that most of it needed to be said on both parts, which naturally happens in basically any relationship however we chose not to mend or take any part in anything but our own demise. To tell the truth, I’ve never used you for anything. Sometimes it may feel that way because things don’t go according to plan or follow correctly in your list of things to do, but in all honest truth I wanted nothing more than to just be with my friend. We both know that I’m the type of person to be loyal to my friends and become extremely jealous when nothing is returned or when I feel less than important. I’ve always been this way and this fact isn’t changing anytime soon, if you can deal with that great, if you can’t this kind of thing happens. I wouldn’t consider you a shitty friend, you’re just a friend that can do shitty things much like anyone else in the world. Just because I have a way with words doesn’t mean that I can explain myself precisely or exactly the way I want to because I’m sure none of this is even coming out right. I’d accept going to get coffee if that was actually something that I could do, a lot of things have changed lately that no one really knows about. I wish I could tell you I was a better person or even worth a whole entry in your livejournal but I can’t, there’s no real reason for it and to be honest I was more than surprised that you even bothered to think about me once during this time apart. For some reason this just seems like a round of apologizing on both our parts even though there are some things that don’t need to be apologized. Other than this not happening in the first place, of course, if that even needed to be considered but as stated above, things like this happen nearly all the time. I wish your friends were what you wanted them to be, even though they seem to be lacking. I appreciate your attention and congratulations on what I’ve been able to accomplish on my own, but I’m not really sure how to accept it but then again when was I ever able to? I’d say we could work this out but truth be told, I’m not really going to be a drive away from you for much longer. That means no more hugs, no more phone calls from hundreds of miles away, no more drama queen with her stupid problems, no more creepy comments made from afar. Could be for the better, could be for the worst. Maybe my biggest apology should be how shitty this all sounds and doesn’t even touch on how I feel or think right now.

bedpostnotch @ 2005-12-04T10:57:00

2005-12-04T16:58:04Z

“You clean up good, kid” (in the morning)
I wish I were at least ok enough from the start (but I’m not)
Wishing you were here (but more so that I was there instead)
Trade me your life for something better
(Something found on E! True Hollywood Story.
Something I can tivo just for fun)
I’m ok (when I know that I can look over my shoulder)
And you’re there (just watching me)
Trying to figure me out
That secret smirk (that’s pulling at my lips is all for you)
I wish you could crawl into my head
(Maybe then everything would begin to make sense)
You’re punctuating your sentences with lol’s and lmfao’s
(I’m not smiling and you’re not laughing)
Here’s to hoping we’ll make it
(Even if we don’t, I’ll still fake it)

last night was fun......

2005-11-22T14:40:00Z

ladies be pimps too.

fuck yo momma

bedpostnotch @ 2005-03-26T05:21:00

2005-03-26T11:24:37Z

this journal is friends only. comment to be added.

krisie

erics hello kitty necklace to bame or just pure shitty luck???

bedpostnotch @ 2006-09-11T17:51:00

bedpostnotch @ 2005-12-04T10:57:00

last night was fun......

bedpostnotch @ 2005-03-26T05:21:00