So last night was 'The Party' and believe it or not. I think it all went fine. The first I've hosted. Hopefully not the last. And hopefully... I will get away with this one. I'm dead if I don't. I'm getting kicked out if I don't get away with this.
But last night. Let's just say that I had so much fun last night.
Even the puking was fun.
And the boy was there too. I'm glad he decided to come. He and Hank came. JP showed up out of nowhere pretty much. Sarah and Ali snagged some Mad Dog from Albertsons. Shannon had a friend buy two cases of Bud Light. I chipped in for that. Alyssa was able to stay. Almost everybody was there that needed to be there. But no Amy, Cierra or Tara.
And I wonder to myself... That boy. What was he thinking. Had he realised that he let me kiss him after I'd just puked. He knew I did, because he took care of me, and got me to move back so my face wasn't in it. He cleaned it up for me. And I felt better. I didn't want to kiss his lips because I smelled like puke. I kissed his neck. And I knew what I was doing and I knew what I wanted. And as it turns out, I wasn't the only one that wanted it. And it felt ... well... incredible.
And that's what I've been thinking about. Haha. Mostly that part. But so much happened last night. So much more than I could possibly write about right now, because pizza's cooking and I'm about to go cut up 30 squares out of paper measuring 6"x6" for a self portrait assignment for one of my classes. I was so excited about this project. I still am. But why haven't I gotten to it? Is it that hard to cut papers and draw the person I know how to draw most accurately?
Man... last night... was a fucking blast.
But last night. Let's just say that I had so much fun last night.
Even the puking was fun.
And the boy was there too. I'm glad he decided to come. He and Hank came. JP showed up out of nowhere pretty much. Sarah and Ali snagged some Mad Dog from Albertsons. Shannon had a friend buy two cases of Bud Light. I chipped in for that. Alyssa was able to stay. Almost everybody was there that needed to be there. But no Amy, Cierra or Tara.
And I wonder to myself... That boy. What was he thinking. Had he realised that he let me kiss him after I'd just puked. He knew I did, because he took care of me, and got me to move back so my face wasn't in it. He cleaned it up for me. And I felt better. I didn't want to kiss his lips because I smelled like puke. I kissed his neck. And I knew what I was doing and I knew what I wanted. And as it turns out, I wasn't the only one that wanted it. And it felt ... well... incredible.
And that's what I've been thinking about. Haha. Mostly that part. But so much happened last night. So much more than I could possibly write about right now, because pizza's cooking and I'm about to go cut up 30 squares out of paper measuring 6"x6" for a self portrait assignment for one of my classes. I was so excited about this project. I still am. But why haven't I gotten to it? Is it that hard to cut papers and draw the person I know how to draw most accurately?
Man... last night... was a fucking blast.