You can't stop the beat!
I just got home, and I’ve never seen my dad angrier than he was just now. I suppose it’s due to the late hour and the fact that I didn’t tell him where I was going (incidentally, it was Jess’ surprise birthday party), but it still irks me that he felt the need to stay up and worry incessantly. I understand completely that I was in the wrong, but I can’t help thinking that if I were in college right now, my dad would never know where I was at night and therefore wouldn’t have to worry.
So I guess I just need to fast-foreword to three weeks from now when I’m on a different continent in a completely different time zone and my parents won’t be able to monitor my every move.
Jess’ party was so much fun. She’s really one of my best friends, and she always gets me hyper and smiling. About twenty people showed up, we ate dinner, watched ten minutes of some super-awesome Freddie Prince Jr. movie and then proceeded to go crazy and get extremely hyper. We had a mad dancing party to the Hairspray soundtrack (I really need to see that movie!), and it was awesoooome.
Oh, and I ate, like, 47 billion cookies. Because I am the Cookie Monster.
So I guess I just need to fast-foreword to three weeks from now when I’m on a different continent in a completely different time zone and my parents won’t be able to monitor my every move.
Jess’ party was so much fun. She’s really one of my best friends, and she always gets me hyper and smiling. About twenty people showed up, we ate dinner, watched ten minutes of some super-awesome Freddie Prince Jr. movie and then proceeded to go crazy and get extremely hyper. We had a mad dancing party to the Hairspray soundtrack (I really need to see that movie!), and it was awesoooome.
Oh, and I ate, like, 47 billion cookies. Because I am the Cookie Monster.