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this weekend i went to my cousin's party at UCLA
it started out alright, whatever.
then it got way out of hand way too quickly.
people were throwing up left and right... so i went into the other room.
*** meanwhile, my phone is sitting in a robe i left hanging on the bathroom door because the battery died.
after a while, everyone has passed out and stacy (my cousin's room mate) comes into the bedroom and we talk.
then we hear weird noises outside the door.
we go out and one of the passed out girls is walking on all fours (or attempting to) and clearly looks like a mix between samara from the ring, that girl from the grudge, and a girl who is possessed by the devil. we shove her down to make her lay down and go back in the room, fearing for our lives.
a few minutes later we hear the noises again and then a *ZIIIP* of a zipper. "where did the zipper come from!?" we sit in fear.
we open the door to see she has crawled her way backwards into the bathroom on top of a girl who had passed out in there. the girl looks at us confused. then we hear it. "woooooosh."
"IS SHE PEEING ON YOU!?" we sit in shock as the girl has pulled her pants down and is pissing on another person. The girl who has now been pissed on shoves her off and sleeps in the bedroom with us.
when i wake up the next day, i hear the girl's (who peed on things) boyfriend talking about doing the laundry of the towels and things she peed on.
later on, i am getting ready to leave so i go to the bathroom to get my cell phone out of the robe. there's no robe.
"stacy. where is the robe?"
"oh (girl who peed)'s boyfriend took it to wash."
me: "NO. NO NO. MY PHONE WAS IN THERE. OH MY FUCKING GOD."
so. phone was peed on and then was thrown into a washing machine.
i have it now. and i have not turned it on yet. this phone cost 700 dollars.
OH AND BY THE WAY, MY 200 DOLLAR CHANNEL SUNGLASSES WERE STOLEN EARLIER THAT DAY.
so i come home.
2 weeks prior to this, i ask my dad "can I borrow the car two weeks from now?" he agrees.
my brother usually takes the car so I make sure he knows too.
however, when I come home, guess what? the car is gone.
my parents don't care that I made the effort to ask for it two weeks in advance, and let my brother take it.
then, hoping to find an ounce of stability and happiness in this weekend, I go to leonard's.
he is intoxicated. and QUITE the asshole.
The ONLY good thing about this weekend was seeing kieran.
I hadn't seen him in like ... a little less than a year. it was my only consolation this whole weekend.
so basically, this weekend was shit beyond shit.
i hate everyone around me at this point and have no outlet but this fucking shitty livejournal.