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Mar 02, 2007 22:18

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We're going to a par-T 
At the Westmont Carpenteria house.

I'm dressed up like a 1970's cheerleader. Kind of. I'm wearing Lindsey's shorts and headband, Rebecca's long socks...everything else is mine.

I'm gonna get there and going to be weird. Watching Westmont kids party is like...I don't even know. Dogs partying?

There's always one person who is weirdly drunk. And sometimes it's the same kid who you see shaking the tambourine for worship...or you lock eyes with across the salad bar...and it's just weird...they're collapsing on people slurring "shiiiitt....idon't....i dont even KNOW. shut UP. leave me....leave me....the fuu...the...SHUT UP I"M NOT DRUNK"

Tension in the room. 
THIS is when being in England would be so much easier. Noone can get pissed if it's just the pub. You know...if you don't want to go with one group to the pub, you go to a different pub. No lifts, no designated drivers, no stress.

Mikey just randomly arrived, like the party leech he is.
"Um...so what are the plans for tonight?"
THERE ARE NO PLANS
NOT FOR YOU
YOU SLACK JAWED
CHEAP ASS
FUN SUCKING
LEECH BOY

*sigh*

Let's get...physical
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