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Time for me to bitch about myself. Deal with it now and make fun of me later.
Cousin's sweet 16 today. From about 7 to 11:30 sucked. Everyone was all dancing, talking, having a good time. I kept to myself mostly, listening to iPod or calling up people, dragging them into the boredom, sorry about that. When we first get there at 7, father goes anal and drags my brother and I out shopping, trying to find us blazers, because this was held at one of those uptight atomic wedgie snobish vallet parking caviar serving places, and we all had to look our best. After about an hour of driving around, finding nowhere to be open (strange for a day near christmas) we go back to the party, now an hour late. The emcee looked like one of the koopas from the super mario bros. movie. Large body, tiny head. The DJ sucked, I didn't eat at all, and I didn't talk to anyone. I think I should have mingled some, but it would have been weird, not like everyone doesn't know anyone, they all had their groups. I would have been the weird guy saying hello to each and every person, just looking for an in to keep talking about nothingness. They cooked my raviolis right in front of me, that was weird. They were all dancing, I could have gotten my "groove thing" going, but why bother? I'm perfectly content with my group of friends in the ACT house, would have been nice if people were around, but whatever, that's over now and I get to look forward to thise calculus test tomorrow and the snowboarding trip on tuesday, need to get my stuff ready for then. I'll just empty my closet, mess my room up some more, and I'll find everything, then tomrorow I've much work to do. I made a list which I don't feel like typing at the moment, maybe for a later entry, but not now. Expressing concern for Lizzy: cheer up, you've so many people that care for you, or at least think you're pretty, and that in itself is worth something. You are worth something, no matter what you say. You're special, don't ever forget.
Cousin's sweet 16 today. From about 7 to 11:30 sucked. Everyone was all dancing, talking, having a good time. I kept to myself mostly, listening to iPod or calling up people, dragging them into the boredom, sorry about that. When we first get there at 7, father goes anal and drags my brother and I out shopping, trying to find us blazers, because this was held at one of those uptight atomic wedgie snobish vallet parking caviar serving places, and we all had to look our best. After about an hour of driving around, finding nowhere to be open (strange for a day near christmas) we go back to the party, now an hour late. The emcee looked like one of the koopas from the super mario bros. movie. Large body, tiny head. The DJ sucked, I didn't eat at all, and I didn't talk to anyone. I think I should have mingled some, but it would have been weird, not like everyone doesn't know anyone, they all had their groups. I would have been the weird guy saying hello to each and every person, just looking for an in to keep talking about nothingness. They cooked my raviolis right in front of me, that was weird. They were all dancing, I could have gotten my "groove thing" going, but why bother? I'm perfectly content with my group of friends in the ACT house, would have been nice if people were around, but whatever, that's over now and I get to look forward to thise calculus test tomorrow and the snowboarding trip on tuesday, need to get my stuff ready for then. I'll just empty my closet, mess my room up some more, and I'll find everything, then tomrorow I've much work to do. I made a list which I don't feel like typing at the moment, maybe for a later entry, but not now. Expressing concern for Lizzy: cheer up, you've so many people that care for you, or at least think you're pretty, and that in itself is worth something. You are worth something, no matter what you say. You're special, don't ever forget.