Weekend, Summarised.

Wuh-Oh! Here we go again!

Fridee.
The weekend started as Me, Enolk and Ivel walked home. I went to mine to get changed and pick up some suff and Enolk and Ivel went to Enolk's. I got my stuff and got changed then skated over to Enolk's by around 4. Macked it for a while, then walked back to mine to get my 360 controller and a jacket. And off to Kalamunda we went! And it took us fucking long enough, after going to Northbridge, then walking to Hyde Park and being raped (with words) by a, what seemed to be, homeless person of indigenous Australian decent. He told us he was a black aboriginal from Darwin, but I he didn't explain to us how he was also part Irish, Scottish and Chinese. He seemed nice, other than the part where he told my mates he would kick their arses then realising that he's at least 3 times our age.
We got to Kalamunda at about 7-8 and through-out the whole night, we smoked cones, played Xbox, watched Planet Terror, ate pizza and kicked back and relaxed.

Satdee.
We woke up around 9:30 or so, after we went to sleep at around 3am. We chopped a little, then we went to go get the bus home after chilling and playing Crash Bandicoot. We missed the bus. Mmm. Luckily for us, Enolk's mother gave us a lift to Midland traino and we pretty much took it from there. Ivel went home and me and Enolk went to our homes. I went home, organised my costume for a tribal themed party I was going to that night. At around 6:30 Enolk and Ivel made their way to mine and we ate curry. Then we headed to the party 7:40 or so. We got there, free piss, a stripper and somewhat of a good soundtrack. Though I got so fucked I didn't really understand what was going on most of the time, it was still a dope party. We got picked up at around 12 by Enolk's dad and me and Ivel stayed the night at Enolk's. We got home, I layed down and almost fell asleep. But I decided to follow Enolk and Ivel to the shed and after 1/5 of a cone, I felt my stomach contents rise... I then projectile puked all over my socks and my friend's shed's poor floor. I threw those socks away the next day thank you very much. Had another and then passed out watching Star Wars.

Sundee.
Woke up at around 8:30... worst fucking wake up in a while. Every second was agony as I tried to hold in the feeling of me wanting to yack my hole right into Enolk's lunch box and/or toilet.
We got up, went on the computer and at about 10 I decided to walk home, still in my super orgasmic tribal costume designed by me, Shake, and my dearest mother. I was walking down the laneway that basically separates my house from his and at about half way I had an itch in my chest, that itch then urned into a scracth and that scratch would only be satisfied by coughing.
So I coughed... BIG mistake. I then scurried to the edge of the lane way and yacked bile and cordial all into someones nice little shrub. I then blew my nose onto my jacket and proceeded towards my house. After another few metres I then yacked once again and the rest of the walk home felt good. Other than my head spinning every which way.
Got home, had shower, hopped onto ye olde instant messenger and told Val to head on over. Then I spoke to Mr. Cocaine (Malaysian pride bitch) and he was on his way to mine to "smoke up". Not long after Val had come over and we had made bacon, Enolk and Breezy came over. At exactly 3:35 Jason got here and we began to sesh. A few rotations and we were all high, except for Breezy, and we all played GTA 4. Just chilled for a while, one by one they all went their separate ways. After that, Enolk left me a nice bowl of chop and I'm smoking it while doing this very preoccupying hobby.

I think I've written enough for one night/weekend.