Merry Y2KAAAAAAAAAY+ 6
I hope everyone has had a good start to the year. I was saddened that there was not a proper party like last year but we still had a pretty good entrance to the horrific year of being harshly torn away from all friends and family into a world of higher education and having another number added carelessly to that stupid digit we call our age.
In sheer desperation, people incessantly rang each other to find out if there was anywhere to go, until Jenny finally gave in to a 'gathering' - a completely pointless word which usually means it's going to be totally boring or it's a secret party. This time it was neither. It consisted of a 'come after my parents are out, leave before they get back' arrangement.
There were only about 15 people there, until Lionel turned up. I think I saw them for about 2 minutes until they felt obliged to leave. I swear, there is not one social gathering they don't turn up at. I was going to ring people and invite them but Jenny was not happy about added people... Year 12s turned up that she didn't know and she couldn't turn them away but she was not happy.
I was left a not-quite-so-good loser after an intense game of Twister. I got sat on (managing to withstand this) and then lifted, causing me to have feet off the game and therefore ousted. But whatever. Some absolute prat from Ashmole called Jack Shelley or something was a total $%&^er to me once again.. slagging me off, then complaining he didn't feel well and asked me to fetch him some water, which I stupidly got for him. He then threw it on the floor, laughed in my face and continued with his beer, periodically insulting me. May his puke rot slowly within his stomach until it clumps together to form a small demon, which will burst from within his soul and reign at the gates of hell calling out to him until he is a schizophrenic mess.
5 minutes before midnight everyone was totally ready to scream and jump at Jo. I was armed with about 15 party poppers. At midnight there was a hell of a lot of screaming and hugging...followed by a large bundle, which had myself and Jo at the bottom.. It was painful but the disgusting Bucks Fizz and Bacardi Breezers numbed the pain.
We left first, so as not to encounter Mr & Mrs B and Mari drove us round looking for a kebab shop. We were going to drop by everyone's houses but after the first few deeming unsuccessful, the food hunt continued. Finally we found some and every customer was absolutely wasted and shaking hands with each other. Els and I just stood giggling at them.
And now... at 7:50pm... I think I may get dressed... as it's Jo's party in about 40 minutes. All the best for 2006.
In sheer desperation, people incessantly rang each other to find out if there was anywhere to go, until Jenny finally gave in to a 'gathering' - a completely pointless word which usually means it's going to be totally boring or it's a secret party. This time it was neither. It consisted of a 'come after my parents are out, leave before they get back' arrangement.
There were only about 15 people there, until Lionel turned up. I think I saw them for about 2 minutes until they felt obliged to leave. I swear, there is not one social gathering they don't turn up at. I was going to ring people and invite them but Jenny was not happy about added people... Year 12s turned up that she didn't know and she couldn't turn them away but she was not happy.
I was left a not-quite-so-good loser after an intense game of Twister. I got sat on (managing to withstand this) and then lifted, causing me to have feet off the game and therefore ousted. But whatever. Some absolute prat from Ashmole called Jack Shelley or something was a total $%&^er to me once again.. slagging me off, then complaining he didn't feel well and asked me to fetch him some water, which I stupidly got for him. He then threw it on the floor, laughed in my face and continued with his beer, periodically insulting me. May his puke rot slowly within his stomach until it clumps together to form a small demon, which will burst from within his soul and reign at the gates of hell calling out to him until he is a schizophrenic mess.
5 minutes before midnight everyone was totally ready to scream and jump at Jo. I was armed with about 15 party poppers. At midnight there was a hell of a lot of screaming and hugging...followed by a large bundle, which had myself and Jo at the bottom.. It was painful but the disgusting Bucks Fizz and Bacardi Breezers numbed the pain.
We left first, so as not to encounter Mr & Mrs B and Mari drove us round looking for a kebab shop. We were going to drop by everyone's houses but after the first few deeming unsuccessful, the food hunt continued. Finally we found some and every customer was absolutely wasted and shaking hands with each other. Els and I just stood giggling at them.
And now... at 7:50pm... I think I may get dressed... as it's Jo's party in about 40 minutes. All the best for 2006.