the aftermath
AHHHHH i have woken from a long night of hanging out. I use the term hanging out rather than fun because there was a lacking supply of it for me. Others were having fun, I at least got reacquainted with some people from the last party i went to. It was mainly colombus people hanging out on the beach drinking the night away with the female population from the other private schools, just to give you an idea of how many people i knew there (few to none). The people i went with Forty and Castro were preoccupied with their dates and this other girl that came in the car practically told me she hated me and i didnt even know her, i think her name was jessica [that hurt]. So here is where the alcohol comes in to save me from this nightmare. I drank not for having a good time, i drank to forget this night and all the insults that entailed it. I dont wanna go as far as to say i wish i wasnt there because i would have had less fun anywhere else. You win some you lose some, roll with the punches, and my personal favorite made by me tilt the glass back to forget...
btw - happy d-day
btw - happy d-day