just to be clear...
My graduation party is tomorrow.
I repeat.
My Graduation Party Is Tomorrow.
I'm very unreasonably nervous about my party tomorrow. Certain people have made me paranoid. Really guys, it's not that hard. If you can't come, just call me. See those 10 digits at the bottom of the invitation? That is called a phone number. Use it. I won't bite.
Stupid excuses also bug me. Really guys, you can come to a party for a half hour. It won't ruin the rest of your life.
Sorry to sound do rude, but I'm just anxious. I want people to come. Please come. There's free food (by the way, don't listen to the invitation. Lunch is served at 1:30, but it will be out for awhile. Don't worry about being late for that). You can lay out or swim. Plus, we're playing badminton. Come for a little while, you'll have fun.
All that insecurity aside, I'm excited about Randall's party. I heard that Rami had belly dancers at his, so it sounds like the Sarafa family goes all out. Awesome. Now I just have to figure out what to wear tomorrow...