A&F (The "F" Stands For "FUCK!")
I realize most of my entries lately have been giant bitch-fests but I'm having a bad summer, so let it go. Last nite I went with Paul* to this party in Quincy and I brought my friend Mel along (I'm pretty sure she hates me now). She had a miserable time (and I was none too happy either). We went to the house of the girl who invited Paul to meet up with her and her friends so we could all go to the party together. First of all, the house we pulled up in front of was a freakin Victorian mansion. Ok... so me, Mel and Paul all go inside and who's standing there at the door to the giant mansion? A brunette goddess who looks like she just tumbled off the pages of an Abercrombie & Fuck-me-up-the-ass catalog. Perfect. We go upstairs to her living room to meet her friends, and I was instantly warped back to high school when I was the awkward, ugly, chubby girl who wasn't cool enough. Her friends were all thin and gorgeous, and because I'm an insecure mess, I was in hell. One of them was really nice and we ended up knowing some of the same people and it turns out we even go to school together. So anyhoo, we leave and head to the party and since me and Mel didn't know anyone but Paul, we stuck together like denture glue. It ended up me and Mel chilled in the living room all nite with the guys, and Paul spent the nite playin drinking games with the girls (me and Mel couldn't drink cuz we were drivin). There's something very backward about that. It was like the 7th grade dances where the boys are on one side of the gym and the girls are on the other, and they can't mingle or else the ground will open up and swallow them whole... only me and Mel were on the guy's side of the gym lol. So the guys were straight from Ireland, cute accents and all (I'm a sucker for an Irish accent) and they were really friendly and fun to talk to. Especially Jason, he's the one I talked to almost the whole time. He quizzed me on my ability to understand his accent, then he smoked me up lol it was greatly appreciated. He passed me his 'Irish joint' and mumbled something and I took a giant hit... and proceded to cough so hard I almost lost a lung lol. Apparently Irish joints have tobacco in with the weed. Okies. So anyway overall I spent about 5 minutes with Paul because he was otherwise occupied by raging beauties... aaaaaand I'm just gonna throw in the towel and say I QUIT cuz I can't compete with those chicks. I feel like shit. Oh yeah, and me and Mel got lost tryin to get home.