Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in poisonappleave's LiveJournal:

Saturday, July 1st, 2006
7:01 pm	Chocolaty Fattiness Not so much an adventure, but more of a classic Whalen moment. About half an hour ago we went to McDonald's to feed the ever-hungry power couple Whalen and Lydia. I, being the driver, had to hand out the food given to me by the 12-year old-looking new MD's employee. Lydia had her regular meal + drink while Whalen went all out and ordered a large chocolate milkshake. The dialogue consists of the following: [Ave]: You do realize that a large milkshake is roughly 1,500 calories right? [Whalen]: I dont care. I want a straw so I can drink my chocolaty fattiness. .... 5 minutes later [Whalen] It's SO GOOD but sooooo wrong. .... I feel naughty. ....a few blocks away and a few moments of silence later... [Whalen] It dripped on my new pants!!! (purchased approx. 4 hours prior) ... FUCK YOU MILKSHAKE!!!!!! (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 9th, 2006
7:29 pm	On this particular adventure Team Wave finds itself grouping as me, Andrew, Whalen, and Lydia. On a quest to get high we of course had to search to find a most amazing spot. Whalen recalls an old railroad track bridge where he had lost his favorite stash box... in a fake soda can. And so we followed. 20 minutes down the track we come to this sketchy wooden bridge with rusty train tracks on it. Despite the decay of the bridge, the scenery was still spectacular Me and Andrew decide of course to walk to the middle of the bridge... which might seem simple... but as you can see it was a tad bit intimidating.... Lydia was cursed with a nature-hunter potheads worst nightmare: flip flops. Whalen stayed on solid ground to accompany the tragically grounded Lydia. Naturally, the first thing Andrew does when we get to the middle of the bridge is to pee.... Once it was apparent that flip flops wouldnt cut it for the sketchyness of the bridge, we settled for smoking over an overhang. Despite the fact that we had not smoked on the bridge as originally planned, we still reaped the benefits of some good 'ol Mario Kart-inspiring weed. feet! Of course the returning journey is always double the fun. We decided it would be a good idea to walk the entire way balancing on the tracks... a la STand By Me. Oh, and annoy frogs. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
1:59 am	Hiding from the young ones The day starts out as always with Whalen and I driving around, smoking, doing whatever. And of course the time does come when we must make our adventure to the high school to pick up Lydia. However this day in particular the mood was low and the desire to hang out in a large group was nearly non existant. The tricky part with picking up Lydia is to successfully avoid the young ones that are not as desirable as company. The seniors already graduated, and so the lower parking lot was virtually empty. We parked in front facing the high school so we could get Lydia and book it. However the young ones beat her, and me and Whalen had to stratagize as to how to have them not see us. The problem was, they all know my car. Now some of the most memorable parts of my car is my collection of useless crap on my dashboard. We scrambled and managed to remove everything from the dashboard and duck down, hoodies over head. Now keep in mind that we were really really high, so at the time this seemed like a plan that would work. Because when your high you dont quite see the bigger picture.... so removing items from my dashboard made us certain that my car was indistinguishable. The scary part is...... it worked. (Comment on this)
Monday, May 8th, 2006
8:27 pm	High Times Before I start the story of today... I would like to share a fascinating picture of Andrew with a snail on his nose...... Now that I have that done with I shall continue. This one is a mixture of tree times from different days. Some of you have seen my blog on the adventures of me and Wayne and finding a sign. If you havent then check it out at http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog&Mytoken=F3A34DCD-4F8C-4614-94A13BD7A0656FB0396021125 The fruits of our labor lives on in my basement... We also had fun acting completly stupid... TODAY Whalen, Lydia and I traveled to Wellsley to see the oh so fabulous (in Whalen's words) aquaduct. We smoked on the dged of a bridge over brush. It actually WAS beautiful. We also have some lovely pictures of Whalen smoking a flaming gay pink and gold cigarette. ha. as well as the aftermath of Whalen being overwhelmed by the gayness of the cigarette. Highlarious time it was Current Mood: cynical Current Music: Rise Against (Comment on this)
8:08 pm	The Gates And so the story begins. The story behind The Gates is that a serial killer murdered his wife and three children. He buried his three children each under a different gate on his property. The three gates are off the road which has since become half abandoned. The first, second and third represent the eldest child, middle, and youngest. The story goes that if you sit outside the second gate (which is partially under ground) in your car with the window down and lights on, you will hear footsteps. Thinking this was complete bullshit, me and Wayne tagged along with Pat to see the supposed 'Gates' and so we rode along... Once there, we sat outside the second gate and waited. True, it was a scary dark abandoned road, but still me and Wayne were a little more than skeptical... However moments after the car came to a complete stop, there were distinct cracking of sticks next to the car. Pat floored it and we got out of there ASAP. Being the smart people we are, Me, Wayne, Whalen, and Lydia returned the next night. However this time, things went worse. I brought my camera to take pictures, which I would not recommend. It took about a dozen shots to get one to come out. The flash would go off but it would show up black. However after I while I did get pictures.... After I put the camera away, we realized just how much we pissed whatever it was that was out there off. Suddenly we heard a loud noise coming at us. I floored it and could hear the wheels turning but we actually started getting pulled back. We were in the middle of the road yet werent moving. Once the car started to move forward we booked it. The next day my car was acting odd so I brought it in to get fixed. Then I find out that ALL the tires were shot and the treads on the back were gone. We have no idea what did that to the car, but it wasnt no rock. We returned only once more, last night. This time the players included Wayne, Andrew, whalen, Cotter and I. Cotter drove us, however it was still light out and the birds were still awake. We waited to no response. And so we shook all three gates... which superstition says will give you bad luck for a year. ....we shall see. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: Bleed the Dream (Comment on this)