good or bad times?
wow i have never in my life seen more people, let alone DRUNK people, at any party. amandas, as some of you know, was HUGE. people could barely walk through the house.. there was supposed to be about 30-40 people, the usuall amount, but ofcourse EVERYONE found out about it, and more than 100 people showed up. after about 130, scott, amandas bro, stopped letting people in his house. it was fun being drunk and doing whatever i wanted, up until the part where i felt sick, there was a fight and my friend jordan was punched in the face, getting his nose broken, me having to clean up the trail of blood behind him as he went to the bathroom, 6 of my friends crying and coming to me for help, because i wasnt drunk or anything, and i knew everything that was going on around me.. NOT. i had to call my mom while i was drunk and pretend not to be which was hard. the cops came at around 12ish and everyone stampeded out of the house.as we were about to leave, i went to amandas room to gather up all my shit, having a migrane,and not knowing what the ish im doing, i realized that my purse was "gone". i searched everywhere, and it turns out that the kid i HATED, waren, found all my shit around her room. thank god. i also thought my money was stolen, but i found it when we got home. i felt so sick and i had one of the greatest friends in the whole entire universe stick her fingers down my throat. THAT is a best friend right there. THANKS LISA I LOVE YOU. jessika drove about 6 of us in her car and we went to jamies to sleep because it was too crowded and hectic at amandas. this morning consisted of THE WORST HANG OVER EVER. some advils and krispy kremes here and there. thank you for your time. the one and only. sid