What a fucked up night.

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So last night kinda really sucked. Lying to your parents is never a good idea, no matter how flawless your plan might seem. They will always catch you, and you will always get into shit that you weren't supposed to get into. Last night I told my parents I was "staying with my cousin" for the night and that I'd be home tomorrow (well, today). I was actually going to stay at my cousins, just go to the boob beforehand. Well, ya see, this plan did not work out so well. I had my aunt, my cousin, my other cousin, my parents... all calling me asking me what the fuck was going on, where I was, and when I was going to be home. Baaaad news. My parents had been calling my cousin (the one who's house I was supposed to stay at) to ask her what was goin on or whatever, while she was drunk at the bar. She got all worried and was callin my ass, but my phone was off. Then she called her mom (my aunt) to ask her what to do. It was the biggest fuckin mess I've ever been in, let me tell you. Worse than last weekend. SO all this time, I'm out in the boobie trap parking talking to all my family, trying to get the lies straight all while being yelled at. So I'm out there crying on my phone, and there are drunk people coming up to me trying to comfort me and make me feel better, or find out "What's wrong!". I just was not in a very good mood. At about 11:45 I have to get Kyle to give Lindsey and I a ride back to my cousins appartment for the evening. When I get there we talk for about an hour about all the lies and events that took place throughout the night. She felt really bad for "ruining" my evening so she gave me some hynotic *spelling?* and a little weed, and we just chilled out.

When I got home this morning my parents weren't mad, and they didn't get upset, because I didn't really do anything wrong. I just told them that I had to lie to go to the boobie trap because if I wouldn't have lied, they wouldn't have let me go. They just laughed at me, and made me feel like a dumbass. Which after the past two weekends, I'm starting to believe it. This whole "let's lie to my parents so I can drink and have a good time" idea, is really starting to blow.

I really hope tonight is fun, or something. Because after last night, I need something good in my weekend. I'm really only going tonight because I have a cool dress and I want to get pretty looking for it. For some reason, I see it suckin though.

I'll try to look on the brightside of things, though.