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sigh. happy new year.
i actually went to a big new year's party...got to wear my new black dress. felt really out of place. everyone at the party was getting SMASHED and and trying to hook up with each other...i, on the other hand, was the only sober person there. and hooking up was NOT something i was interested in.
everyone kissed someone, but me.
i refused to kiss a stranger...and there was only one person i wanted to kiss on new year's, but he wasn't there. (who knows if he even thought about me at midnight?) i think michael was a litttle miffed about me not kissing him, but what can you do. he had enough girls hawking over him for a kiss.
and now i'm home already. michael and i left...we're not into those kind of parties anymore. partying is still fun...but only when you're in the mood for it. so now we're at my house...he's showering and i'm...well, i'm sitting here.
the party itself was kind of lame. when we got there this guy came up to me and was like "you have large breasts...would you like to dance?" i politely declined and spent the rest of the night dodging his looks. michael actually went up to him and said to quit looking at me because it was freaking me out.
then another guy asked me if i graduated with him...because he remembers dating me in high school and misses me.
i told him that he must be mistaken...but he refused to believe me. honestly, what guys do to talk to girls.
it was good having michael there...it's fun having him around. he was supposed to leave before new year's but stuck around...i'm going to miss him when he finally moves for good.
he's pretty smashed right now, but you can't really tell. the only reason why i know he's drunk is because he keeps calling me Mee Kyung. actually it sounds more like "MEEEE KYUUUUU". i don't know why he does that, but he does when he's drunk.
sigh-- in all honesty, the whole night i was wishing someone was at the party with me. i thought perhaps, by some small chance, we could spend new year's together. wishful thinking.
and on that note, i bid you farewell...it's movie time and michael wants to watch Jaws...hahahah.
i actually went to a big new year's party...got to wear my new black dress. felt really out of place. everyone at the party was getting SMASHED and and trying to hook up with each other...i, on the other hand, was the only sober person there. and hooking up was NOT something i was interested in.
everyone kissed someone, but me.
i refused to kiss a stranger...and there was only one person i wanted to kiss on new year's, but he wasn't there. (who knows if he even thought about me at midnight?) i think michael was a litttle miffed about me not kissing him, but what can you do. he had enough girls hawking over him for a kiss.
and now i'm home already. michael and i left...we're not into those kind of parties anymore. partying is still fun...but only when you're in the mood for it. so now we're at my house...he's showering and i'm...well, i'm sitting here.
the party itself was kind of lame. when we got there this guy came up to me and was like "you have large breasts...would you like to dance?" i politely declined and spent the rest of the night dodging his looks. michael actually went up to him and said to quit looking at me because it was freaking me out.
then another guy asked me if i graduated with him...because he remembers dating me in high school and misses me.
i told him that he must be mistaken...but he refused to believe me. honestly, what guys do to talk to girls.
it was good having michael there...it's fun having him around. he was supposed to leave before new year's but stuck around...i'm going to miss him when he finally moves for good.
he's pretty smashed right now, but you can't really tell. the only reason why i know he's drunk is because he keeps calling me Mee Kyung. actually it sounds more like "MEEEE KYUUUUU". i don't know why he does that, but he does when he's drunk.
sigh-- in all honesty, the whole night i was wishing someone was at the party with me. i thought perhaps, by some small chance, we could spend new year's together. wishful thinking.
and on that note, i bid you farewell...it's movie time and michael wants to watch Jaws...hahahah.