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I have hit the semi-adult age of seventeen. The days in which this metamorphosis took place have been very...blurry.
Friday, the night before my birthday, I accompanied Benny and Kayley (people I don't really like but enjoy being complimented by....Oooooh god I'm lame) to a party in Gordon. It was Kayley's friends party who is called Hayley. Hayley and Kayley, yes. Hayley ended up being the sister of Andrew. Andrew is a regular at Bit_Bent, the northside gay youth group I swing by also regularly. The party became shit when a bunch of loud people wearing their trucker hats on the side and "Fully Sick" t-shirts arrived. They were very noisy. My social skills weren't very good either, they've been hiding under a rock lately, and so I was too shy to attempt to strike up conversation. Instead, I decided to act as if I was too cool for them and so sat there and smoked cigarettes and drank lots of red wine. Then, Ricki, this girl who works at McDonalds in Woden and knows me as "The boy who wears make-up and girls clothes" invited me down the street to have some cones. I had one, and it made me very wierd. We were just about to have our second cones when these two young girls got out of the bus at the nearby bus stop. I started talking to them and then they said they were going to McDonalds. I wanted McDonalds and followed them. All the way there, Eowyn was whining about Benny and how she loved her oh....so....much. I retalliated to this boring onslaught of emotion with a speel about "how psychic I am, and how I can feel what other people feel" She wasn't very interested though. I don't think she's that stupid. But I did think she was at that time. At McDonalds I had a sundae and chips. They made me feel fat, so I walked back to the party. Then I started getting really sick. These two people, one of them a girl in a wheelchair, were staring at me the whole time I was chain smoking. The whole time. It was unnerving. I looked at them and shrugged, but they just kept staring, not even a hint of emotion was on their face. Theyjust blankly stared at me. Eventually, the panic of these people staring at me got so bad I had to leave. I bolted out to the road and lay down on it. Eventually I threw up. I was glad though. Coz, my mackers came up with it, so I didn't have to worry about excercise. Then I lay there for about half-an-hour before the spittle of rain touched my face. It started getting heavy and so I ran into the garage. I lay behind a car and puked there some more. Then people were poking me and NOT FUCKING OFF! They insisted on me moving out of my vomit and to the bathroom, so I did. I was there for ages. I locked myself in and people were banging on it. I didn't care. I just wanted them to go away. Eventually, they banged the door open. Then they moved me into the bath tub. I lay there for ages. Puking. Hayley was screaming at me to get out, but I thought that pretending I was unconscious was easier then having to deal with it, so I just lay there. She gave me a wedgie, and screamed at me some more. Then, someone nice gave me a bucket and walked me gently to a bedroom where I slept for the rest of the night. The morning after was fine. I love it when you don't get hangovers.
Friday, the night before my birthday, I accompanied Benny and Kayley (people I don't really like but enjoy being complimented by....Oooooh god I'm lame) to a party in Gordon. It was Kayley's friends party who is called Hayley. Hayley and Kayley, yes. Hayley ended up being the sister of Andrew. Andrew is a regular at Bit_Bent, the northside gay youth group I swing by also regularly. The party became shit when a bunch of loud people wearing their trucker hats on the side and "Fully Sick" t-shirts arrived. They were very noisy. My social skills weren't very good either, they've been hiding under a rock lately, and so I was too shy to attempt to strike up conversation. Instead, I decided to act as if I was too cool for them and so sat there and smoked cigarettes and drank lots of red wine. Then, Ricki, this girl who works at McDonalds in Woden and knows me as "The boy who wears make-up and girls clothes" invited me down the street to have some cones. I had one, and it made me very wierd. We were just about to have our second cones when these two young girls got out of the bus at the nearby bus stop. I started talking to them and then they said they were going to McDonalds. I wanted McDonalds and followed them. All the way there, Eowyn was whining about Benny and how she loved her oh....so....much. I retalliated to this boring onslaught of emotion with a speel about "how psychic I am, and how I can feel what other people feel" She wasn't very interested though. I don't think she's that stupid. But I did think she was at that time. At McDonalds I had a sundae and chips. They made me feel fat, so I walked back to the party. Then I started getting really sick. These two people, one of them a girl in a wheelchair, were staring at me the whole time I was chain smoking. The whole time. It was unnerving. I looked at them and shrugged, but they just kept staring, not even a hint of emotion was on their face. Theyjust blankly stared at me. Eventually, the panic of these people staring at me got so bad I had to leave. I bolted out to the road and lay down on it. Eventually I threw up. I was glad though. Coz, my mackers came up with it, so I didn't have to worry about excercise. Then I lay there for about half-an-hour before the spittle of rain touched my face. It started getting heavy and so I ran into the garage. I lay behind a car and puked there some more. Then people were poking me and NOT FUCKING OFF! They insisted on me moving out of my vomit and to the bathroom, so I did. I was there for ages. I locked myself in and people were banging on it. I didn't care. I just wanted them to go away. Eventually, they banged the door open. Then they moved me into the bath tub. I lay there for ages. Puking. Hayley was screaming at me to get out, but I thought that pretending I was unconscious was easier then having to deal with it, so I just lay there. She gave me a wedgie, and screamed at me some more. Then, someone nice gave me a bucket and walked me gently to a bedroom where I slept for the rest of the night. The morning after was fine. I love it when you don't get hangovers.