Birthday Parties
There is something seriously wrong with my brain.
One of my best friends is having her 16th birthday party tonight, as we don't have school tomorrow b/c of parent/teacher conferences. That's where I'm supposed to be right now.
Instead, I'm sitting her, in my parent's room, wearing my pajamas. I could have easily gone downstairs to the basement and asked my dad to take me. But really, it's not worth the amount of shit I'll have to go through just to get him in the car. Not that I was going to spend the night at her house anyway...
I probably would have gone out of my way to get out of there by 11. Parties are nice and all that shit, but I don't like sleeping over at friends houses anymore. And I'm seriously considering abandoning any birthday plans I might have had for the 20th. Because I can't even pretend that's it's something important anymore.
"There is a point where a person should stop expecting people to make a big deal about their birthday. That point is age eleven."- Dave Barry.
For me I think that point was age 7.
By the way, ever since my month-long hiatus, it's been harder for me to just get on here and vent anymore like I used to. I didn't even bother to get on and tell anybody about the freshie that passed out during first friday liturgy and had to be taken away in an ambulance. It's not as important...
One of my best friends is having her 16th birthday party tonight, as we don't have school tomorrow b/c of parent/teacher conferences. That's where I'm supposed to be right now.
Instead, I'm sitting her, in my parent's room, wearing my pajamas. I could have easily gone downstairs to the basement and asked my dad to take me. But really, it's not worth the amount of shit I'll have to go through just to get him in the car. Not that I was going to spend the night at her house anyway...
I probably would have gone out of my way to get out of there by 11. Parties are nice and all that shit, but I don't like sleeping over at friends houses anymore. And I'm seriously considering abandoning any birthday plans I might have had for the 20th. Because I can't even pretend that's it's something important anymore.
"There is a point where a person should stop expecting people to make a big deal about their birthday. That point is age eleven."- Dave Barry.
For me I think that point was age 7.
By the way, ever since my month-long hiatus, it's been harder for me to just get on here and vent anymore like I used to. I didn't even bother to get on and tell anybody about the freshie that passed out during first friday liturgy and had to be taken away in an ambulance. It's not as important...