So, I went to a foam party tonight. It was fun, and I got a bit drunk. It was loads of fun. The only problem was that the cops showed up an hour or so after the part started and broke it up. Some neighbours with no life decided to complain about us. It's fucking Memorial Day weekend, for Christ's sake! You're supposed to party on Memorial Day weekend. I was pissed, to say the least. I had to find someone to drive me to Steak and Shake near my house (since that is where we hang out when we have nothing to do), and then we all debated what we were going to do. Some people went to a kegger, and the people I was going to hang out with ended up just going home (one of them was really sick). So here I am, 1:00 on a Saturday night on Memorial Day weekend, stuck at home. I wanted to go to the local gay bar, which also happens to be the best nightclub in town, because I don't have to pay for my drinks there (I *heart* being pretty), but I had no one who wanted to go with me, and I don't ever go there alone (I'm afraid of roofies). So I'm pretty much sober, and I feel like shit. I kind of want to go to that nightclub anyway, but they close in an hour... I wish I lived in Madison or Chicago.
While at Steak and Shake, I saw the hottest girl I have ever seen in real life. If her boyfriend wasn't there, I would have definetly made a move. She was a punk rock girl with all the tattoos and piercings and stuff. I kept staring, and it was really hard to avert my eyes, so as not to appear creepy.
I don't know why I am writing this, except to vent a little. Its either that or go smoke another clove, and I've smoked enough today (in fact, I just smoked one). I don't want to develop an addiction, despite the fact that I love cloves, especially the brand I smoke (Djarum Blacks. In fact, those are the only cigarettes I buy. If I'm smoking anything else, it's because someone else offered it to me). So. to those of you who read my journal (God, you must think I'm pathetic), how was your night?
While at Steak and Shake, I saw the hottest girl I have ever seen in real life. If her boyfriend wasn't there, I would have definetly made a move. She was a punk rock girl with all the tattoos and piercings and stuff. I kept staring, and it was really hard to avert my eyes, so as not to appear creepy.
I don't know why I am writing this, except to vent a little. Its either that or go smoke another clove, and I've smoked enough today (in fact, I just smoked one). I don't want to develop an addiction, despite the fact that I love cloves, especially the brand I smoke (Djarum Blacks. In fact, those are the only cigarettes I buy. If I'm smoking anything else, it's because someone else offered it to me). So. to those of you who read my journal (God, you must think I'm pathetic), how was your night?