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I discovered this journal/diary writing thing is really awesome, so I'm gonna tell you guys another fun story about Wednesday evening(2008>2009)

But I'm wondering, should I write this stuff down like in a book, or should I just sum up all the stuff that happened to me, cause I feel more like writing a book actually. I guess it depends on how much time I wanna spend on writing. Because actually I really want the people who will ever read this to know how I really was, and really really was. Not that I'm counting on dying soon or becoming a legend or famous or something like that, but I want more people to know about the things I do and think in stead of just the people from above who watch me from the heavens. Oh, and by the way, I've come up with a dynamite end line that I'll be saying each time I finish a page awesome right.



Wednesday 31.12.2008
Once cycling away from the place we had been lighting fireworks with Victors friends I lit my cigarette, leaving only my right hand cold. Victors friends had illegal fireworks, they were awesome but really unexpected. Every 30 seconds you could expect your foot being blown right off. But it didn't matter, we were going to get something to drink now, well, until I figured out I was almost broke. Luckily Victor gave me a bottle of Petrikov, but faith wasn't really turning my way after that. Once we walked outside of the market, I had put the bottle under my jacket, but unfortunately it immediately fell on the ground and broke so that the red liquid would spray all over my pants. "Ugh, god, you're so stupid." mumbled Victor like he always does. We cycled away, it was only afternoon. So we first went home to just chill a little and have dinner. After a while Diego (funny brazilian guy, although he looks like he's asian) called us to ask if we were heading to Nika that evening. We did. At Nika's we just stayed in and smoked some delightful joints. Just enough. After being totally hammered we started drinking a little, I had a bottle of Smirnoff, empty in a minute. The guys started drinking this thing called 'Boswandeling'(in english > A walk through the woods... yeah I also didn't really get it) This was quite exciting cause it had like 30% alcohol in it (JUST A GUESS) and was this creamy white stuff, actually tasted quite okay. We also had a bottle of Gold-Strike but Nika(georgian gangster-like fellow, great guy) felt a little off and the Gold-Strike was his, so it would be terribly rude to drink his gold-strike. Nika laid on the couch with a blanket and a pillow under his head, I've never seen him that grumpy before. Even when Hakan(turkish guy, who awkwardly looks like he knows a little too much about fashion) started washing his hands Nika started yelling stuff like 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? YOU STUPID MORON, what is he doin, wuts he doin?' Meanwhile, we were watching Eddie Murphy RAW, and since then I FINALLY KNOW WHERE THE DAMN SUITS JD BUYS FOR HIM AND TURK ARE FROM, you know the leather purple and black one where JD says 'No wonder Eddie called it RAW'. Normally I don't think Eddie Murphy is really that funny, but I really laughed my ass off, mostly because I was half drunk and pretty high. Aw man, I sometimes hate americans though, they always think you start seeing things when you're high, BIGGEST BULLSHIT EVAR, at least if you're smoking joints. Lemme clear the air for a second, EVERY DAMN COLOUR LOOKS STILL THE SAME, THE ONLY THING WHAT'S TRUE ABOUT BEING HIGH IS THAT WHEN YOU LAUGH, YOU LAUGH HARDER THAN USUAL, AND WHEN THE WORLD STARTS TUMBLING A LITTLE, YOU'RE ABOUT TO THROW UP. Another pathetic thing, I've read books and seen it on TEEVEE, american GUYS think that they can get american GIRLS to sleep with them if they get them high. BIGGEST BULLSHIT EVEREST. You can really think straight about stuff like that, it's not like you get all horny and you're about to kiss anyone, so FORGET IT GUYS, NOT GONNA HAPPEN. Oh well, the story. After watching Eddie kickin some baboon ass in standup comedian Nika and Diego had fallen asleep. We woke Diego and told him we took off (we = Victor, Jori[redhaired dude from Neunen] and Pim). So that Diego and Nika could go to bed. When we arrived at Pim's (a guy I had seen about 3 or 4 times before) there were three people at Pim's, his sis, his sis' girlfriend and a friend of his moms. They were doing some kind of weird game kinda similar to Trivial Pursuit and I was kinda half drunk so I thought it was really fun. It was almost New Year. 0:00. I started to realize I was celebrating this international holiday with total strangers for the first time in my life, I had always celebrated it with family or friends of my family. But this was just awesome and Pim's sis' girlfriend was quite hot, so we all kinda hoped one of us could hook up with her. Only that was before we went outside to light some firecrackers. I saw writings in the snow on some cars, saying IRIS IS SWEET in dutch, Pim lived in the same street Iris did so I was kinda hoping we could run into her, which luckily we did. As soon as I saw Iris and Emily (her bestest friend everest) I tried to jump towards them but I unfortunately I landed in the bushes... cause I was kinda drunk. And that was even before I saw the damn HUGE bag they were trying to carry around. This bag was FULL of alcohol and Energy drink (Golden Power, my school's favourite) and because Emily was really drunk she couldn't cycle, nor sit at the back of the bike holding the bag cause it was so heavy. Iris was surprisingly sober and told us they were heading to a party in Geldrop. I hate Geldrop, honestly, I do. In stead of cycling any further she suggested we'd just sit at her mom's place(who was outta town for like a week and, as I told you, lived in the same street). I thought this would be the greatest idea, because Iris is like the most awesomest girl I've evar met. She's just not like the other whiny bitches, and she's straight, that surprised me because from the inside she really seems to look like me and Victor, well of course Victor is tougher and doesn't give a crap about ANYTHING EVAR, but I guess they have the same opinion about stuffz. So OR me and Victor would have to be kinda gay from the inside (WHAT IS OUTTA THE QUESTION!! not that I hate gays, I also think it's nonsense for two guys not being able to marry cause it's illegal, but I wouldn't EVER THINK OF LIKING TO THINK about touching a guy emotionally or sexually) OR Iris must be kinda manly from the inside, but don't get me wrong, she looks feminine, althought I tease her that she looks like a guy(wut she says dusnt bother her) and she's actually really good-looking for a girl her age. Just that you're not thinking of her like this manwife or something, that goes snowboarding and extremesports and has purple-painted, short hair and talks like a dude. Anyway, we went to her place and sat there and drank beer and petrikov and golden power etcetera, while Emily was already hammered as a motherfucker and was almost trying to kiss me, but also had to vomit in the sink, at that point we just decided to put her to bed. Surprisingly Victor also had to puke, while he has a stomach of steel and almost never throws up, and he even told us he felt completely sober. The worst part was that he puked on the kitchen floor and cleaned it with his bare hands, he such a manly-man, always gotta prove himself. Luv dat dude, but still, it was gross, he also puked in the toilet and let small splatters of puke dripping from the wall. Iris' wusn't so happy about it, but she told me she was more proud because now she finally had made a bigger mess than her brother, what probably seems to be a big achievement, cause the place looked and smelled like a damn sewer, everywhere on the ground were broken glasses Emily had knocked down, beer, petrikov and champaign was drippin down from the glass table settled in the living room. I just sat there on the couch, laughin my ass off and talkin bout silly stuff with Iris or Victor. When we started to get bored we went outside and walked down to our school (like 2/3 blocks away) and settled there with a couple of beers and Golden Powers. Victor was really being enthusiastic for getting to want to streak, he HAD to streak, no matter what situation, I still haven't figured out why, I guess just for the poops 'n giggles. He even dared Iris to come streak with me and him in her underwear. He'd bet he could finish his whole beer faster than Iris could finish her half beer. Iris proved the opposite, so I started to undress (I didn't really feel like taking everything off, so I kept on a shirt and some boxers. When I waited for Victor to undress Iris started running after me so I had no choice but to run as fast as I could over the hard bricks, damn Dilly... you see I gave Iris an awesome nickname because of her dynamite bangs, and I'm not talkin bout her cans, I'm talking about her hair, that's why I made up Dilly McBangs, McBangs cuz of her dynamite bangs and Dilly because it sounded catchy ...anyway when finished running a huge circle I saw that Victor really had undressed all the way down and was running with a free willy bouncing around... still have nightmares... luckily he covered it when he came closer. After that beer Iris said she wasn't feeling too good and we knew what was coming up, she definitely had to vomit. Sooo she did after TWENTY TIMES TRYING and everything was doodlekepoodle again. It really started to get frisky outside so we decided to head back to Iris' place, where we sat for a couple of hours talking and goofin around. One thing that surprised me was that when Iris and I were in the kitchen she asked me if I thought Emily was pretty, I told her I didn't but I think she's okay and that she's a really sweet girl, but then she asked me if I thought shé hersélf was pretty while I'd told her a while ago, t probably was nuthin but it still surprised me. Iris' steph-brother Vincent came home round halfpastsevenish with his girlfriend(WHO WAS TOTALLY WAISTED BY THA WAY). Dat girl wus craaaaaaazee, unfortunately I forgot what she said and stuff cause it was hilarious. OH and by the way, Iris made us hamburgarz which were kinda awesome but sadly I wasn't really hungry. 8:00 in the morning. We were kinda tired and so we finally decided to head off home, to get some sleep, Iris suggested we could stay over and sleep there but I really didn't feel like it, mostly because I always look aweful in the morning and I would wish anyone to see me that way, don't forget the fact that I already was feeling insanely dirty, I dunno why but I always do when I stay up all night. Me and Victor cycled home and the sky was just getting lighter and here and there you could here a bird whistle. Once at Victors(it's like my second home) we were so exhausted that when my head touched the pillow, I immediately would fall asleep.

That was that, and it was awesome.
Tom

Hehe, doesn't this title remind you of some kind of cheesy remake of a japanese horror movie? They're always something like that, you know, the grudge, the shutter, the ring, the happening, the eye, stuff like dat... well whatever

Let me introduce myself to you guys first.
My name is Tom, and I decided to keep a journal/diary thing here at deviantFART (hah, always cracks me up) because I got really inspired by this girl from school(Iris, I'll write about her later), I dunno, normally I'd think it'd be straight up faggotry for guys to write a diary, but after seeing hers it totally changed my mind. I'm also writing this diary because I wanna capture my thoughts, and I would like people to experience the wonderful thoughts and my opinion about EVERYTHING that I normally don't say to people except for of course my best pal Victor. I'll tell about him later on. I'm not talking about normal thoughts like "damn those cans are HUGE" but really awkward, bright, funny and happy thoughts. Here's an example, I hate religion, I swear, you're never gonna meet someone who is more disgusted by it than me, but still I like to think there is something after death. I like to think that not only god, but everyone who has past away is just watching us from a television or something. This could be awefully disturbing but it also makes you think about things different, like, I might describe myself as a person who embraces life for what it is. I think about little things or I do little things that nobody really notices, but that I know someone must have seen it from above. Like; when I'm riding my bike somewhere, and I see someone across the street also riding his/her bike, and I notice he/she is a little bored or seems like it. I just scream full of enthusiasm: HEEEEY! HOW ARE YOU! so that that person will start to think: "who was that? I didn't recognize him... I wonder why he yelled at me" thus creating time for them to think about other stuff and just take their mind off of the reality and get more into a good mood. Nobody would ever notice these things, while they do make other people feel better. And that's what I mean with embracing life. In the past few months I've really got to know who I am and what people have to hide. I've also discovered how easy it is for me to break someone, and regain his/her trust again, people have said to me that I have this weird effect on people that just makes them feel relaxed and satisfied. That's a good reason why I get along with almost anyone. Another reason is that I feel like I'm always better than the people around me, may sound selfish, but it's true. People nowadays are so dumb, ignorant and naïve. Only when I have the feeling someone is really close to my 'height' I get really attached with them and I never have the feeling like I'm impressing them anymore, but those people mostly say it's because I've already proved myself and it's not neccessary for me to prove myself because they know I'm funny and they get my jokes and stuff. While people that are not at my 'height' are the ones I look down upon, and they're almost always impressed with the stuff that I have to say. Like the jokes that I make are always funny to them, and the things I say to grown-ups are always on the rude side. I have the feeling they see me as some kind of dare-devil that doesn't give a crap about anything anyone thinks about me. Well, a part of that is true cause I really don't care much if people like me or not, or if something is rude or not. I have my rights to say the things that I want around here so I will. And I'm not gonna shut up just because it would be rude. That's another problem with people these days, they care way to much about if others like them or not. I'm not gonna hold my thoughts because it would make someone really sad, I'm just gonna be honest and represent my opinions. That's one of my good qualities, I'm almost ALWAYS honest about my feelings and opinion, while my parents are so scared of people thinking that I'm rude. I can't stand my parents for that (my mom and my steph-dad, my real dad past away in 1995) Why would you not be honest about anything if you want people to like you? Isn't that the best thing to do? Being honest? I guess not in my parents eyes.

Well enough about my feelings and thoughts and complaining, let's talk DIARY-STYLEEE.

Let me tell you something about the past two weeks.
The past two weeks have been amazing, for we had vacation. Although my mom didn't really approve it, I have been home only a few times, just to get some clothes. The reason is because I was always at Victors. And when I'm with Victor, everything is awesome. Look I've gotta tell you guys something before I start telling all this stuff, but almost all my friends are drug users, we smoke hash and weed. Just for the funsies, not cause we're addicted or something. And when we're stoned, or drunk, me and Victor make the most amazing adventure out of the most boring thing in the world. For example, about a week ago, I planned to go to a friend's(Vadim, russiafrodude, really tense guy who always seems a little stressed) party. Victor didn't really like the idea because he didn't really know anyone at the party, so I messaged Vadim on MSN and apparently Iris(dat awesum girl) was on his account, and she suggested we should just come over and have a little drink and just hang around with her or something like that. But Victor didn't like this.... not... one... bit... (Joker quote, Rest in Peace Heath Ledger, you're my idol I swear) so I suggested we'd just buy some hooch (booze, or alcoholic exotic drinks) and just head off for an expedition. With an expedition I mean walking as far as our feet could drag us in the hope to get lost eventually and seem to get our way back home. But first, we had to do some work.
[...You see, me and victor have been given a project from this HUGE black guy, the boss from a store called SMILESFASHION located at the Grote Berg in Eindhoven. We got 4 almost empty KARL KANI shirts from him and he told us to design them and for each shirt he gave us a different theme (sports, message, fun and urban)...]
So we had to do some brainstorming and come up with some ideas, after drawing until we had a damn drawers block we took off to the liquor store and we bought some hooch. {...One petrikov for me and two beers and two bottles of Smirnoff Ice for Victor...}
And finally round 23:00 we took off and with the hooch in my backpack we started walking away from Victors neighbourhood, and we had our usual convo about how stupid and how soulless people nowadays are compared to us. {...I'll tell you guys about that stuff later on...} So, after I guess one a two hours we noticed that we had been walking in a HUGE circle, that didn't matter though because we weren't heading anywhere, what you people might not understand. We went walking through some other neighbourhoods where some friends of mine live and after a half an hour we opened our hooch and started slowly drinking. We headed to the Aalsterweg where apparently was a 50+ party going on. While we sat on a little brick wall listening to the age old song Disco Inferno some people came along and I asked them if the party had been fun. Then we went strumbling to the hockey fields, and there we found a unlocked bicycle in the bike-storage, so we dragged it over the fence and tried to cycle on it. It was broken, so it had no use for us and we just thrashed the thing for poops 'n giggles. The next thing I know is that we're heading to Aalst and we walk by an attorney-office, a HUGE one, beautiful garden in front of it. So we went looking for a spot to sit and ended up sitting in front of the front door on the stairs, that's when the booze was beginning to kick in, after the first weewee I did on the stairs I immediately felt the world tumbling a little. When we finished our cigarettes we took off to Aalst again. Strumblin, mumblin and gigglin. Once arrived in Aalst we saw two houses who were for sale. {...I've always wanted to do the next thing...} And we grabbed the FOR SALE poles and ran as fast as we could away from the houses. We didn't know what to do with the poles so we just stook them in other people's gardens. {...I've never laughed so hard, honestly...} Oh yeah, before that happened we also trashed a bicycle that was locked, I know... you must be thinking 'ASSHOLES' but I don't care anyway. After the forsale-poles we went ringing doorbells, not knowing what time it was. 3:00. We were tired or ringing so we drank a little and smoked a cigarette, and got back on track again. I believe we were heading South-East, because we ended up stealing a bike and trashing it on the freeway. The bike was really strong, it took us almost an hour to ruin the wheels. The freeway way almost deserted. Every ten minutes a car would drive by, the light still orange, not fully loaded. The air was thick and cold, it had been ever since we stole the bike and ran into the woods, where Victor accidentally stepped in a puddle of water cause he thought it had been frozen. His left wet foot proved him wrong but it didn't break our spirit. The combination of your best friend drunk, alcohol and the fuzzyness you felt because you almost had an overdose of nicotine from the cigarettes you continously smoked made the world around us so much brighter, fun, vague, huge, starry and it seemed like you lived in a dream where the community had faded away and where you and your buddy were to be the only one left on the planet. It is almost the best feeling I've ever had. We walked underneath a bridge on the freeway, the bridge gave our voices a mysterious twitch and echoed through our ears, this made us feel even more like we were the only two people alive. After these crystalizing moments the fun began again. On the freeway we found a frozen shirt, and two sticks, which we threw against the traffic signs. We also turned some of the signs around. Kids, huh. Once we arrived at the end of the freeway, we were only a few blocks from Victors house we recognized. 5:00. I started calling some of my friends for fun, but only one of them(Kirsten) answered the call, so I acted a little drunk and I felt that it made her feel good because she had to laugh really hard. 5:30. Went to sleep.

That was that, and it was awesome.
Tom

Hi, this is my first journal I've ever made, I hope you kinda like it, I'm just going to start off with a little adventure that happened to me yesterdaynight. (well actually it happened today 3:23 in the morning)

So, me and my best friend were oddly sitting at the train station, nobody was around, we could only hear the cars from a road nearby. We just sat there giggling, and talking to each other, having oppifanies. I might tell you guys this theory we developed later on.

Whatever, back to the story, we sat there with a bag full of bread, a jar of peanutbutter, a knife, two bottles of coca cola light(blegh) AND off course a load of hash. We had already smoked 3 joints when I started to ask myself if the bicycles were okay, because my mom would freak out if my bicycle would get stolen.

We were sitting just behind a corner so I had to walk around the corner to see the bicycles. To my surprise, I couldn't see the bicycles because there was a white van parked in front of it, backdoors open, pointed towards a shoarmastore, and I saw people getting stuff from the shoarmastore and put it inside the van.

I seriously thought it could have been a robbery, but I'm not sure if it was. Then I decided to turn around because that stuff really wasn't my business and I didn't want them to see me. JUST when I turned around, some random guy walks towards me and shouts "WHO ARE YOU?!".
I didn't know if he was coming from the white van or just walking around at the station. He had a foreign accent when he talked to me. He said he was heavy on coke and speed, you can see in his eyes that he was dead serious.

He told me he was being followed and tracked by some guys, and that the police was after me for some reason. First it didn't really freak me out, I just thought he was a little off, but then he started to mumble about me having a knife or a gun, or a place to hide. THEN he commanded me to hand him my phone, so I did, this guy looked deadserious and dangerous.

I told him I had no money on my phone so I wasn't able to call anyone, he thought I lied, so he tried to call several people in my dial-list and swear and curse on the phone. He told me he was going to call his own mobile phone because someone stole it.

After a while I figured he was just fucking with me when he started calling 112 (dutch 911) and he actually told the cops he was being followed by people on mopeds. He even put on the speaker phone, and lie about him being stabbed and that he was in panic.

My buddy was still sitting around the corner, but he got suspicious and came over to look where I was. When he saw me talking to this guy, he joined the situation. The junkie didn't trust us and was really alert, he checked our bags, coats and pockets for guns and knives, for he had a deal with some guy to buy a gun to protect himself.

He found our bread and peanutbutter and our coca cola, he asked if he could have some, so we gave him a sandwich and a drink. As suspected, he wanted more, so he grabbed one of the bottles of coca cola light (DIET COKE), and kept drinking of it.

He was now really in panic and tried calling several people again, SURPRISINGLY, he didn't want to have the phone, he just gave it back, the only thing he DID steal from us was a lighter.

We asked him if we could go home, cause he constantly kept on asked what we were doing and where we were going and if we used any drugs. He said that we needed to bring him to a coffeeshop, his bike was parked there. We didn't realy mind because we were going that way anyways.

When he sat at the back of my bike, he asked me if he could come with us to our home, and that really scared me, because he was constantly asking for important stuff like a phone or my mp3 player so we would be close to him to make sure he wouldn't steal it, he knew we were up to going away as soon as he had handed my mobile phone for some reason, he was quite a clever fellow.

When we got to his bike, he called 112 again with my mobile phone and started faking his death again. That was the third time he'd prankcalled 112, people went to jail for that. We were really getting tired of this lunatic so again we asked if we were allowed to go. He just asked for a sigarrette after that and he let us off, well we thought he did... But soon after we cycled our way home. He had followed us on his own bike, that kinda scared the crap out of us so we cycled as fast as hell until he was out of sight.

You see, it really blows my mind that people can be THAT fucked up. I've only seen crazy people in the movies, and I may have seen some bums, but they're just drunk. This guy was on the other hand a total lunatic, he was constantly moving, his eyes wouldn't blink, he sometimes made kung fu movements to warn us that we should not try to hit him. He was unpredictable, the MOST unpredictable person I've ever met, because he could've easily stolen every dime off our bodies, but he only ended up with our and a sigarrette.

I actualy feel bad for this guy for going through this stuff, and on the other hand I had a great time, because my adrenaline was blowing my out of my skull, especially when he came cycling after us.

THAT WAS MY STORY, I know I am a horrible writer with all my "AND THEN"s and "ACTUALLY"s and my enormous amount of ","s.

I truly and utterly don't think anyone is going to read this journal by the way.

BAIIIII

,Tom