ridiculous
I hate those bizareely uncomfortable days. The days where one part goes great and then the rest goes terrible. You cannot call it "a bad day" because one part was incredibley awesome. Last night, Saturday, was homecoming. I had so much fun, it was great. Jarrod was the best date in the world. Anyway!, I made the idiotic decision of having an after party. TOO MANY people showed up. Daniel all the sudden went crazy on Jarrod R. for no reason. They started fighting in the middle of my living room over nothing. Then Daniel preceeded to hit every person at my house. He refused to leave. So I had to call my brother and Stevo and they came over and made him leave. In the mist of all the panic, I called my sister and she was so pissed off at me. She came out here at 3 am yelling and raising ten kinds of hell, toward me. However, everything settled down, I lost my Corona buzz, and my house got destroyed. Needless to say there will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER be another party at my house...NEVER! Furthermore, I think I have concluded that I'm not going to drink anymore...it isn't worth it these days. The human race has gone to shit. Anyway, I'm going to FINALLY go to sleep now.
Conclusion: Homecoming rocked, after party was hell
Conclusion: Homecoming rocked, after party was hell