weekend weekend on the wall, we had ______ and _____

This is a fictional account of my weekend. Everything, and I do mean most everything, has been changed in some way or another. My real four-day weekend wasn't exactly the quality of work that my teacher wants us to be going around and advocating, so I took the liberty of skipping all the petty 'weekend to end all weekends' bullshit. This is going to be the most fictionalized account of my four day weekend that anyone's ever had the chance of reading. It really was a great weekend, but of course I can't go and tell you all of that silly shit I did.

Thursday night, I really got into the weekend mindframe. I flung my sorry underpaid ass into the car and got to work. I arrived the usual five minutes late, and did my best to get sent home early. I threw my hat on the ground, and danced around with my dazzled eyes half-baked in a crystally glaze. I got off of work shortly after my ridiculous display of insanity. Thrown aside into the world, I realized the night was young. My watch read 9:00 PM, and I knew that I had hours upon hours to kill. I hopped into the car, revitalized and ready to go, and drove to a house. Thise wasn't just any random house, but it was the house where all my friends were already waiting to begin the four-day weekend celebration. I arrived, and the party got underway. The following is a list of the illegal activities that occured: _______, ______, _______, ______, ______, and an abundance of __________.

I arrived home early the next morning. Okay, so I lied. It was actually 12:30 AM that I walked in the door. It really made no difference though. I just lethargically waddled down the stairs, kicked off my shoes, and passed out across my bed. I woke about five hours later, to the sound of my phone chirping from the next room. I ansered the phone with the kind of voice that usually answers phones after slumber. It was a rhaspy, deep voice, that had an air about it that said I was under the influence. I wasn't however. I was just tired, so as I struggled to piece together the conversation in my mind, it took a while to stick. I was able to gather something though, about a party that was kicking off at nine. I hung up, and called my place of employment. Regretfully, I told them that I couldn't make my 7-12 shift, due to my excessive vomitting. I was lying to their faces through the phone. It was a thrill.

I got ready for the party and slapped myself awake. I called a friend by the name of Ziggy. He usually got me my party accesories for a cheap price. Ziggy didn't answer though, so I cut my losses and headed to the party. Everyone was already there when I arrived the usual ten minutes late. I saw a group of friends over by the staircase. The party atmosphere just wasn't getting us excited. A few minutes later, we were in my car and headed to my house. We waltzed into the empty house and made our way down the stairs. I flung off my shoes, and six pairs of shoes followed my example. I went to my room, and turned turned on the DVD player. I inserted The Wall into the slot, and punched the play button. The movie began, and I dimmed the lights.

The room filled with a lingering smoke, and for a minute an hour, I was lost. The images on the screen cut to and fro, but all the while I stayed somewhat composed. Then the trouble started. The maggots began to seep down through my ceiling, and as they fell onto my bed, they turned into capped mushrooms. They danced and swayed with the billows of smoke that poured from the mouths of my friends. Their faces looked like glossy pidgeon shit and as I whispered for them to get away, they laughed with disgorged guttural laughs. My mind slowly drifted with the smoke and mushrooms, and as the mirrors transferred my reality into nightmares, I entered into a prolonged slumber. I awoke Tuesday morning and as I left for school, I smirked. It was a good weekend.