More than Friends

We're Done Waiting

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OH...I KNEW THIS WAS A MISTAKE! WHAT WAS I THINKING?! I'm pulling at my naturally curly brown hair so much I'm ripping it out by the roots! And I worked for two hours to straighten it. I had to take off my glasses to let my nearsighted blindness keep me from absorbing too much of this nightmare. Coming to a party like this?! GAH! This is the worst thing to do to an in-extrovert! Yes, that is a thing and I plan to make it a thing! I may not be shy about a casual setting with friends, or even whooping it up at one of their houses. But I, for the life of me, CANNOT STAND LOUD, OBNOXIOUS PARTIES WITH A BUNCH OF DRUNK, SMELLY, SWEATY COLLEGE KIDS! Nowhere in my Caucasian, African American mixed ass do I possess the capacity for partying hard. Which is funny in itself because my dad's half, the black half, are party animals. The white side to my mom have a long line of hippies in there. I am the black sheep of the family. Well...half black, anyway. HEE-HEE! My own little joke.

But, going back to serious talk, this is pretty pathetic. I'm a senior in high school, for crying out loud. And I don't even like leaving my room to go to Target to get my necessities. Why the Hell did I think coming to a party I was third party invited to, where it would literally be nothing but horny people trying to make babies, would be a good idea? I mean, look at me! I hate dressing like this! Black wedge opened toed shoes with violet straps that I bought from Hot Topic. They have Jack Skellington on the sides. I love that skeleton. A ruffled black skirt with frilly layers of silver lace was a gift from my Aunt marcy. The form fitting, turtleneck purple halter with the convenient V-Dip gap at my chest is on loan from my friend Madison. The music is so loud I can't even hear this monologue! People jumping around and dancing. After the fourth person bumped into me, I shoved that scrawny bitch into someone and caused a nice spill of people and booze onto a couch of people. I was proud of it. I have a rule. Three times polite, four through six is a fight! Do not push me.

Good god, the worst part is people trying to scream conversations over the megalodon subwoofers and speakers! I'm aware of what a megalodon is, and it is the perfect description! DON'T ARGUE WITH ME! NOT RIGHT NOW! UGH! I HAVE SUCH A HEADACHE! The music was terrible too! I hate the new age rap. Especially since it is just the same shit over and over again, and it is comprised of five words and the next three minutes is just music. I'm getting away from the topic here. BACK ON TRACK! The music wasn't the leading culprit, amazingly! That smell! The mix of alcohol, weed, body odor, and I'm sure there's a guy in the corner - the one yelling at the clock - that has been farting all night. At least I hope he's farting...and the weight in his pants is something else that's heavy!

Drugs, booze, everyone with their hands down someone else's pants! I'm pretty sure that isn't an overuse of chlorine in the pool either. I...really don't want to KNOW what that is in the pool! And...OH MY GOSH I'M GONNA PUKE...That one guy looked up soggy biscuit and just fed it to a girl! Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle - Gah...oh...hrmph! Oh boy! I'm going to be sick. TOILET, TOILET, TOILET! That one bitch from before who kept bumping into me came back with her friends and wanted to pick a fight. That was a mistake. I shoved them aside and there happened to be a bowl full of spicy salsa on a couch arm. The sweet sounds of their screams when their skimpy outfits were ruined could not be remotely enjoyed because my own salsa was about to explode from my stomach.

I had to Sonic and Shadow run throughout the whole house, make it up the huge spiral stairs, and finally found a restroom at the end of the open hallway. Thank the LORD it was the one room without an orgy in it. I was ready to commit mass murder if that was the case. I slammed that door shut so hard that I actually disturbed the tweakers in the room next door. They just turned up their music to drown out me blowing chunks into the toilet. Too bad my stomach bile doesn't kill the weed smell. I flushed the toilet thousands of times just so I wouldn't accidentally open my eyes and see what I brought up. Pretty sure I was stressing the pipes, but I didn't care. 20 pounds must have made it into that toilet.