Periods always get the last word.
Last night, Charlie, the next door neighbor, texted me telling me that he was going to a 50's themed party and I could come. So I did.
I put on the best dress ever and wore my hair in a high pony tail. I looked like a pin-up girl!
We pre-gamed and then left. It was me, Charlie, and his friend Anthony. We walked to his friend's appartment for a pit stop. This so called "pit stop" is where we were from like 10 PM to 3 AM, not including the half hour we spent getting to the 50's theme party, having the cops break it up 10 mins later, and getting back.
The apartment was AWESOME. Wax was melted in places, it looked so cool. There was funny stuff written on the wall, cool posters, and random odd decorations (such as a miniature knight and a sick tea cup thingy). It was the best atmosphere. The people in the apartment were awesome too. There were like 7 guys and 2 other girls.
But I was a huge bitch all night. There was no specific reason, it's just that everything I thought of to say was kinda neutral and often slightly rude. So I tried not to talk all that much...
Oh my fucking god though, this one kid, I think his name was Trevor or Taylor or something, kept trying to talk to me but he spoke SO FUCKING QUIETLY that the sound didn't travel far enough away from his mouth to reach my ears. Over the course of the night, we had 4 conversations. The first 3 went exactly like this: After I noticed his lips moving and him making eye contact with me, I would say "what?" His lips would then move again. I would say "what?" two more times with no improved results as far as my attempt to communicate that YOU TALK WAY TOO QUIETLY, OBVIOUSLY. So then I would just say, "I can't hear a word you're saying. You talk way too quietly." And he would shrug it off and we would both move on. Now, our 4th conversation went like this: After watching his lips move, I said, "Look, I would love to have a conversation with you, but I CAN. NOT. HEAR. YOU." And he said, "I hate you." (I actually heard that, I should have congradulated him!) And then I said, "Cool. I hate you too."
AJISOFGSJHSJOIEOISAJIOJAJBHAH I HATE EVERYONE.
Except for that kid Anthony. Everything he said I really liked a lot and I wasn't a bitch to him at all (or if I was, he ignored it and said something interesting that I connected with) and I would be asking him on a date right now if he wasn't an entire foot shorter than me.
Then I woke up and discovered I got my period.
I put on the best dress ever and wore my hair in a high pony tail. I looked like a pin-up girl!
We pre-gamed and then left. It was me, Charlie, and his friend Anthony. We walked to his friend's appartment for a pit stop. This so called "pit stop" is where we were from like 10 PM to 3 AM, not including the half hour we spent getting to the 50's theme party, having the cops break it up 10 mins later, and getting back.
The apartment was AWESOME. Wax was melted in places, it looked so cool. There was funny stuff written on the wall, cool posters, and random odd decorations (such as a miniature knight and a sick tea cup thingy). It was the best atmosphere. The people in the apartment were awesome too. There were like 7 guys and 2 other girls.
But I was a huge bitch all night. There was no specific reason, it's just that everything I thought of to say was kinda neutral and often slightly rude. So I tried not to talk all that much...
Oh my fucking god though, this one kid, I think his name was Trevor or Taylor or something, kept trying to talk to me but he spoke SO FUCKING QUIETLY that the sound didn't travel far enough away from his mouth to reach my ears. Over the course of the night, we had 4 conversations. The first 3 went exactly like this: After I noticed his lips moving and him making eye contact with me, I would say "what?" His lips would then move again. I would say "what?" two more times with no improved results as far as my attempt to communicate that YOU TALK WAY TOO QUIETLY, OBVIOUSLY. So then I would just say, "I can't hear a word you're saying. You talk way too quietly." And he would shrug it off and we would both move on. Now, our 4th conversation went like this: After watching his lips move, I said, "Look, I would love to have a conversation with you, but I CAN. NOT. HEAR. YOU." And he said, "I hate you." (I actually heard that, I should have congradulated him!) And then I said, "Cool. I hate you too."
AJISOFGSJHSJOIEOISAJIOJAJBHAH I HATE EVERYONE.
Except for that kid Anthony. Everything he said I really liked a lot and I wasn't a bitch to him at all (or if I was, he ignored it and said something interesting that I connected with) and I would be asking him on a date right now if he wasn't an entire foot shorter than me.
Then I woke up and discovered I got my period.