[26 Aug 2006 Saturday]
I don't like Popular People Parties
Current mood: dazed and annoyed and looking to fight
I've decided that I'm glad I'm not, and never was, popular. My stepbrother is throwing his second party in as many nights ('cause the parents are gone), and all this damn party is is a bunch of skaters and their skinny girlfriends getting drunk off their asses on crappy beer. At least last night was better than tonight--tonight we've had more fights than I care to ask about. One was starting to happen in the kitchen right as I was about to shower. Now Kyle and I have been assigned gaurd duty, more or less, by Josh. He wants us to keep everyone out of the house, unless they need to go to the bathroom, which is fine by me, because since my relaxing pre-shower ritual was inturrupted by the sounds of yelling, scuffling, and Josh telling the instigator to get the hell out, I want to be a bitch. I want to rabble-rouse. I want to kick ass in my pajamas and tell people to get the fuck out of my house. "What makes the grass grow?" "Blood, blood, blood!" Last night was noisy, and there was smoke and booze everywhere, but everyone was getting along. There was a tangible air of "Hey, this is cool, let's chill" about the patio. Tonight, there's a certain tenseness in the air, and I don't like it. I'm gonna be so tired at work tonight, but I think it'll be worth it, if I get to take out some of my work frustrations on these drunken idiots. Okay, actually, I want to take my frustrations out on the one major drunken idiot who almost started the fight that inturrupted my pre-shower. What's his name? Aaron, Andrew? Andrew, I think. He's the one who must get his ass kicked. He keeps treating this place like it's his, and that is an attitude that must be remedied. Violently, if the situation presents itself. I mean, for fuck's sake, he tried to pick a fight with a guy who had surgery on his side and therefore could hardly move, and is doing just about everything in the name of "his brother who is really fucking drunk right now". His brother has been "really fucking drunk" since the night started. I think he's the drunk one, and he's looking to make exscuses. He's pissing me off.
*sigh* This is turning out to be a night of huge, annoying, unnecessary drama. I think I'm gonna start smashing heads soon. One of the sober guys here thinks I should. We were just talking, and he said that he'd be pissed if all this shit was happening at his house. He seems pretty cool. *sigh*
Anyway, that's all I really wanted to say. I'm so glad I'm not, and never was, popular. I'll stick to the occasional Faire party than this weekend drama shit.
Ciao for now,
Chii-chan
I don't like Popular People Parties
Current mood: dazed and annoyed and looking to fight
I've decided that I'm glad I'm not, and never was, popular. My stepbrother is throwing his second party in as many nights ('cause the parents are gone), and all this damn party is is a bunch of skaters and their skinny girlfriends getting drunk off their asses on crappy beer. At least last night was better than tonight--tonight we've had more fights than I care to ask about. One was starting to happen in the kitchen right as I was about to shower. Now Kyle and I have been assigned gaurd duty, more or less, by Josh. He wants us to keep everyone out of the house, unless they need to go to the bathroom, which is fine by me, because since my relaxing pre-shower ritual was inturrupted by the sounds of yelling, scuffling, and Josh telling the instigator to get the hell out, I want to be a bitch. I want to rabble-rouse. I want to kick ass in my pajamas and tell people to get the fuck out of my house. "What makes the grass grow?" "Blood, blood, blood!" Last night was noisy, and there was smoke and booze everywhere, but everyone was getting along. There was a tangible air of "Hey, this is cool, let's chill" about the patio. Tonight, there's a certain tenseness in the air, and I don't like it. I'm gonna be so tired at work tonight, but I think it'll be worth it, if I get to take out some of my work frustrations on these drunken idiots. Okay, actually, I want to take my frustrations out on the one major drunken idiot who almost started the fight that inturrupted my pre-shower. What's his name? Aaron, Andrew? Andrew, I think. He's the one who must get his ass kicked. He keeps treating this place like it's his, and that is an attitude that must be remedied. Violently, if the situation presents itself. I mean, for fuck's sake, he tried to pick a fight with a guy who had surgery on his side and therefore could hardly move, and is doing just about everything in the name of "his brother who is really fucking drunk right now". His brother has been "really fucking drunk" since the night started. I think he's the drunk one, and he's looking to make exscuses. He's pissing me off.
*sigh* This is turning out to be a night of huge, annoying, unnecessary drama. I think I'm gonna start smashing heads soon. One of the sober guys here thinks I should. We were just talking, and he said that he'd be pissed if all this shit was happening at his house. He seems pretty cool. *sigh*
Anyway, that's all I really wanted to say. I'm so glad I'm not, and never was, popular. I'll stick to the occasional Faire party than this weekend drama shit.
Ciao for now,
Chii-chan
