Muse

2.

I drop the keys onto the counter and literally plop on the couch when I enter the studio. After a long day of up being early and having a mix of lectures back to back from 8am-5pm I'm dead tired. University was supposed to be better than high school.

I turn on the tv and start browsing Netflix, still having not kicked off my shoes or taken my bag off my shoulder.

My phone dings and it's my friend reminding me of the party happening tonight at the dorms on campus. This friend is a good friend, a nice girl but we aren't that close. The relationship is superficial with the connection of similar classes being the only thing that holds the friendship together.

The idea of a party makes me feel more tired. In high school I never really went to parties, not because I only focused on studying (which I did) but because they never sounded like fun. It was only after graduation when someone threw a party that I went and realised it wasn't all bad, since I only went for the sake of someone's birthday. But this party is just a beer party. Advertised everywhere with free beer, so this is a 'drink to get drunk' kinda party.

The university organises 18+ parties and events at popular night clubs close by but this was definitely not on that list since it's on campus property. That's how you know it's going to be a wild one.

All my friends after turning 18 went to clubs and started drinking but I never really got into it. Still haven't been to a club and it's almost 2 years later. I can definitely have a good time when I want to but the idea of dancing around in heels in a crowded area amongst sweaty bodies and air polluted with smoke and the smell of alcohol sounds tiring and to put it plainly - gross.

So I get up after 45 mins of procrastination and clean up the apartment from the mess I made in this morning's rush to get out the door on time. After showering and still deciding if the party is worth going to I decide to go.

Picking out an outfit is easy when you're not trying to impress anyone.

Pulling up to the building, I realise I should've just used public transport, since finding a parking spot is so hard, especially on Friday night in the city.

After a fit of frustration, I follow this random guy that walks to his car then i take his parking spot. How much more desperate could I have been.

It hasn't even hit 9pm and people are starting to party. I'm welcomed by my friend and awkwardly stand around as she mingles like the social butterfly she is.

My university is well renowned and therefore has many international students studying. It's so nice seeing so many cultures and backgrounds in one place I think to myself. Whilst taking another sip of my water I scan the room for what feels like the millionth time. 

Whilst fake smiling and nodding to the group I look like I'm talking to but at hardly listening too.