Katie's Bash...
Alright, so Katie's B-day party. Went to it Friday, and overall... It rocked. I had a great time, even with -certain people- being there. There were a few bad moments, when Katie's mom, Rhonda, poured malt liqour into the punch bowl, and a few of us didn't notice. That led to an interesting game of dodgeball. That game ended up in someone going to the hospital for busting their head open on a wall. I mean, come on, that's funny. Well, I laughed. Katie wasn't so happy, not that I can blame her. The best part of the night had to be when Lauren was filming the Basketball game. Keep in mind most of us are 16, ages ranging to 43 with the oldest adult, anyhow... She was trying to keep track of a -certain- someone who she has had her eyes on for sometime. So, she's running up and down the court, filming him. There's two stories to this place, the second floor or whatever is a pool/recreational center, awesome room for... activites. It turns out there were people doing 'activites' in that room, it also turns out the floor wasn't stable. Basketball game going on downstairs and a game of... 'ping-pong' upstairs. Ten minutes into the game, the floor collapses. No one was hurt, suprisingly enough, but Lauren panicked. I mean, full-blown panicked. That camera in her hand? Tossed. It his the -certain- someone's leg, which I, again, found amusing as hell. Safe to say the Party had to be moved from the building and elsewhere.
We took the party to Katie's house. Picture this: The house is three bedrooms, one floor, kitchen is the kitchen/dining room/ laundry room. We're trying to fit 23 people in that thing, it's not going to happen. We ended up on the front lawn. Normally, this would be okay, but she lives in one of those not-so-nice neighberhoods. We were just BEGGING for trouble, and that's what we got. Okay, most of the people there are huge rock fans, so naturally, we had rock going on the speakers, who could blame us? The stuff pwns. Now, I'm not sure if Katie lives in the ghetto or red-neck ville, either way, the party came to a halt quickly. After blasting Yellowcard (Of all fucking things), we heard some loud noise. So, we turn the radio down, thinking someone broke something, something to that effect. No, nothing can EVER be that simple. That loud noise? Fuckin' gun shots from a house three doors away. Doug and Jonathan are walking over to the house, and on the front porch (Or so they say) Is some fuckin' red-neck standing there with a shot-gun. He shot an effin' bird. Well, he shot AT a bird, we think he was too drunk to actually hit anything. Yeah, we're all spooked, so we decide to once again, move the party. Now, this damn thing was only supposed to last 4-8PM. We're only two hours in... Could the night get any better? Hell yes.
There are FEW places to throw a party and keep a bunch of teenagers amused. Face it, we're just one destructive age-group. We had brought down a second floor of a building, come on. (Well, a chunk of the ceiling from what I hear now.) We're thinking we shouldn't go to a building, or anyone's house so we wander around the block a few times. This proves quite amusing as half of us are SMASHED due to Katie's mother. I will not lie, I was among the group that was drunk. I hate being drunk, but this time, I couldn't help it. At the moment, I'm on Ryan's back. (Why the hell he was there, I don't know.) Katie's wiggin' out. She's basically freaked out. Everywhere she's tried to throw her B-day Bash hasn't worked out. She's just waiting on a big yellow bus to come 'round and mow us all down. Not that I blame her, I was secretly hoping the same. So, anyhow, back to the piggy-back ride of doom. We end up going through the Evergreen Graveyard, I kid. You. Not. Cemetaries creep me out, I mean, what's not to be creeped out about when you go to those things? I'm drunk, tired, and waiting on the dead to come out of the ground, NEVER a good combination. I'm sandwhiched between my 'Heros' who claim they'll protect me from zombies, but are really grabbing my ass. Shame, they got knee'ed before I left, but it's all good. SO, as I was saying, this night has basically been one tragedy after another, and we were pressing our luck. Doug, I love him, seriously, he pwns. But, he's such a MORON. There's some big white birds, I don't know what the hell they are as I'm no expert on effin' birds. He decides he wants to catch a bird. So, he creeps up towards them, trying to be sneaky. PFFT, they know he's there, but those damned things pretend they don't. Somehow he manages to get himself in the center of a ring of birds, and I'm not kidding, they started closing in on him. Really. There was 7 of 'em, but still. So, Doug is in the center of a death match with... Big Bird's nephews. We're all standing there, laughing our asses off. Doug eventually catches on, and flees. I mean, flee. He ran so fuckin' fast. I think the birds creeped him out. We continued walking along, and when we finally found the damned guy he was outside of the gates, leaning against a pillar. His leg is bleed, it seems he tripped over a tombstone while running and skinned it. I'm sorry, that's funny as hell. Karma, baby, karma.
As I mentioned earlier, we were slightly drunk. We eventually wander over to an elementary school parking lot... Tresspassing? I'm not really sure. It didn't stop us from playing a good game of dodgeball. Now, my dear readers, had you read the first paragraph you'd know this game didn't end so well. It was Girls Vs. Boys, bet ya can't tell who won. Lauren was taking pictures, her camera wasn't in such good shape. She claims she saw it coming and such, but she was drunk, who cares about her opinon. Tron, (That's his name, I don't know his real name.) effin' rocks, but he gets to competitive. Most of us are just screwin' off, some girls are looking to maim the guys by throwing balls at their balls. I'm sittin' on the sidelines, snuggled up to some guy, not sure which at the moment. I don't actually see what happens, I'm half asleep. I just hear a scream, and I look up, and Tron is laying on the ground, and there's blood. Oh, hell, there's blood. This part may seem callous, but it was nessecary, most of us split. Ran back to the original building, got in cars, and went the hell home. We were under-age and drunk, no fuckin' way were we dealing with the cops. From what I've been told, Tron is okay. He got stitches from where he hit his head on the wall, but he's relatively alright, I do believe. I'll call him later, when I don't have a headache.
Looking over all this, I'm praying that my B-day goes better then this. I mean, sure, it was funny as hell, but there's no friggin way I want to deal with all that crap. I'd... just keel over and DIE. I mean, really. Katie's a bit uppset that everyone left, I explained why, and she's calming her nerves.... She's pigging out on cake, that'll go well later on in life. Well, bleh. Enough. I'll do something different next time I update... Probably Hollow-related, because... that's just getting to me. Anyhow, tootles babes. Mwah.
We took the party to Katie's house. Picture this: The house is three bedrooms, one floor, kitchen is the kitchen/dining room/ laundry room. We're trying to fit 23 people in that thing, it's not going to happen. We ended up on the front lawn. Normally, this would be okay, but she lives in one of those not-so-nice neighberhoods. We were just BEGGING for trouble, and that's what we got. Okay, most of the people there are huge rock fans, so naturally, we had rock going on the speakers, who could blame us? The stuff pwns. Now, I'm not sure if Katie lives in the ghetto or red-neck ville, either way, the party came to a halt quickly. After blasting Yellowcard (Of all fucking things), we heard some loud noise. So, we turn the radio down, thinking someone broke something, something to that effect. No, nothing can EVER be that simple. That loud noise? Fuckin' gun shots from a house three doors away. Doug and Jonathan are walking over to the house, and on the front porch (Or so they say) Is some fuckin' red-neck standing there with a shot-gun. He shot an effin' bird. Well, he shot AT a bird, we think he was too drunk to actually hit anything. Yeah, we're all spooked, so we decide to once again, move the party. Now, this damn thing was only supposed to last 4-8PM. We're only two hours in... Could the night get any better? Hell yes.
There are FEW places to throw a party and keep a bunch of teenagers amused. Face it, we're just one destructive age-group. We had brought down a second floor of a building, come on. (Well, a chunk of the ceiling from what I hear now.) We're thinking we shouldn't go to a building, or anyone's house so we wander around the block a few times. This proves quite amusing as half of us are SMASHED due to Katie's mother. I will not lie, I was among the group that was drunk. I hate being drunk, but this time, I couldn't help it. At the moment, I'm on Ryan's back. (Why the hell he was there, I don't know.) Katie's wiggin' out. She's basically freaked out. Everywhere she's tried to throw her B-day Bash hasn't worked out. She's just waiting on a big yellow bus to come 'round and mow us all down. Not that I blame her, I was secretly hoping the same. So, anyhow, back to the piggy-back ride of doom. We end up going through the Evergreen Graveyard, I kid. You. Not. Cemetaries creep me out, I mean, what's not to be creeped out about when you go to those things? I'm drunk, tired, and waiting on the dead to come out of the ground, NEVER a good combination. I'm sandwhiched between my 'Heros' who claim they'll protect me from zombies, but are really grabbing my ass. Shame, they got knee'ed before I left, but it's all good. SO, as I was saying, this night has basically been one tragedy after another, and we were pressing our luck. Doug, I love him, seriously, he pwns. But, he's such a MORON. There's some big white birds, I don't know what the hell they are as I'm no expert on effin' birds. He decides he wants to catch a bird. So, he creeps up towards them, trying to be sneaky. PFFT, they know he's there, but those damned things pretend they don't. Somehow he manages to get himself in the center of a ring of birds, and I'm not kidding, they started closing in on him. Really. There was 7 of 'em, but still. So, Doug is in the center of a death match with... Big Bird's nephews. We're all standing there, laughing our asses off. Doug eventually catches on, and flees. I mean, flee. He ran so fuckin' fast. I think the birds creeped him out. We continued walking along, and when we finally found the damned guy he was outside of the gates, leaning against a pillar. His leg is bleed, it seems he tripped over a tombstone while running and skinned it. I'm sorry, that's funny as hell. Karma, baby, karma.
As I mentioned earlier, we were slightly drunk. We eventually wander over to an elementary school parking lot... Tresspassing? I'm not really sure. It didn't stop us from playing a good game of dodgeball. Now, my dear readers, had you read the first paragraph you'd know this game didn't end so well. It was Girls Vs. Boys, bet ya can't tell who won. Lauren was taking pictures, her camera wasn't in such good shape. She claims she saw it coming and such, but she was drunk, who cares about her opinon. Tron, (That's his name, I don't know his real name.) effin' rocks, but he gets to competitive. Most of us are just screwin' off, some girls are looking to maim the guys by throwing balls at their balls. I'm sittin' on the sidelines, snuggled up to some guy, not sure which at the moment. I don't actually see what happens, I'm half asleep. I just hear a scream, and I look up, and Tron is laying on the ground, and there's blood. Oh, hell, there's blood. This part may seem callous, but it was nessecary, most of us split. Ran back to the original building, got in cars, and went the hell home. We were under-age and drunk, no fuckin' way were we dealing with the cops. From what I've been told, Tron is okay. He got stitches from where he hit his head on the wall, but he's relatively alright, I do believe. I'll call him later, when I don't have a headache.
Looking over all this, I'm praying that my B-day goes better then this. I mean, sure, it was funny as hell, but there's no friggin way I want to deal with all that crap. I'd... just keel over and DIE. I mean, really. Katie's a bit uppset that everyone left, I explained why, and she's calming her nerves.... She's pigging out on cake, that'll go well later on in life. Well, bleh. Enough. I'll do something different next time I update... Probably Hollow-related, because... that's just getting to me. Anyhow, tootles babes. Mwah.