Nov 19, 2006 03:10
So uhh.. Had my going away party tonight.
Ended with people drinking my dad's beer and my telling (yelling) at everyone that they had 5 minutes to get the fuck out.
I've never seen that many people clear out that fast before.
Ven: Thanks for opening a bottle of my dad's Corona on my kitchen counter.
So nice of you.
Thanks for lying about it when I confronted you about it.
Yeah people saw you do it.
Yeah people saw you take the beer that wasn't yours.
Sure my dad was pissed, but I was far more ticked off.
I don't know what else you stole from the fridge when you left,
although I know it wasn't yours.
Keileigh: Thanks for the bear, honestly, thank you.
But on another note;
Don't bother trying to hide stolen beer from me.
I saw you drinking it.
I saw you try tyo hide it.
I heard you lie to my face about it not being yours.
What the fuck ever.
I don't get you. Don't bother pretending to be my friend.
That's so two-faced. I'm reminded daily why I hate girls.
Chase: I invited you. You told me you weren't coming.
I uninvited you. You show up at my door.
I didn't want you in my house.
I let you in. Your friend who you use for driving you places was nice however.
You were okay and I didn't have to tell you to shut the fuck up at all.
Which was a nice change.
However, you were drinking the beer as well.
And you knew you shouldn't have had it because you tried to hide it as well.
Smooth.
So to the above people, you're fucking lying bitches.
That's all I caught you stealing and I hope there wasn't anything else to catch.
Brandon Work:
I'm pretty sure you were drinking my dad's Wildcat's as well.
Unless you pulled those outta your ass too.
Or sorry, "someone gave these to me"
Fuck that.
I still love you Brandon Work.
Jeff Norgen: Chase was making out with Rachel all night.
I don't know what is going on between you two, nor do I give a shit.
But theres a tab-bit of information anyways.
Thanks for spitting on my clothes in the laundry room.
I know it was you.
you spit everywhere.
And I tell you everytime to fucking stop it.
"Annoying Mike": Thank you for not being annoying.
Nor acting like someone high on LSD.
Thanks for being unnoticiable to my "I'M GOING TO YELL AT YOU" radar.
And for the times I did yell at you I totally shouldn't have.
You're right. You were being quiet. =P
Chiara: I don't know why you invited me to your birthday party this year.
And I don't know why you showed up at my house this evening.
I didn't invite you.
You would have been fine if you didn't come with those two annoying girls.
I don't really like you. I wouldn't call you asking to hang out.
But I can tolerate you now that we're out of highschool and you seem less stupid.
Thanks for being less stupid than I assumed you were.
"Those Two Annoying Girls": I don't like you. I never have.
You've known this since the first day I met you.
Actually this only goes out to the one that I've met before.
But because I don't remember (nor care to) remember your names,
I'm grouping you both into this shit catigory.
Stop fucking dancing/stomping/singing to the Spice Girls.
Kyle Spratley: uhhmm.. Good seeing you?
Way to be totally shittered.
I didn't really talk to you at all.
And nothing from this night stands out.
At all....
Bob and Dave: Thank you SO MUCH for driving all the way from Misson to see me.
I hope you both had fun sitting alone and looking bored.
I tried to entertain you but you refused.
Oh well! See you again sometime.
Andrea: Thanks for coming.
Though it only seems that you came for your friend to use the bathroom and leave.
Oh well. I still count it as coming <3.
Morgan: SO GLAD YOU CAME.
Hopefully I find you again sometime,
Whether in BC or AB.
Ive: I'm upset that you didn't have the balls to stick around.
But I'm glad you did come anyways,
even if it's because you didn't know my sister would be home.
Kyle Chase: Sober Sober Sober.
*walks around stopping to yell at every third person*
"YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO GET THE FUCK OUT"
"HEY. HEY!! YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO GET OUT!"
*gets to Kyle sitting in computer room*
"Except you. You can stay."
Josh Manly: Thanks for coming and not sucking.
Sometimes you're smelly.
I didn't notice your smell tonight,
so I'm assuming you weren't smelly.
Haha. Thanks for not smelling. <3
Kyle P.: Uhhhmm... I don't know.
You don't smoke. Stop smoking.
Sheldon Witt: Probably far too many hugs.
But you had to catch up on the months missed?
You don't smoke either. Stop smoking.
Jordan and Rianna:
Why don't you two just fucking go out again already.
Take my foot stool with you, too.
Miss the old days.
Female Chase Uses For Driving Him Places:
Thanks for... Not sucking.
I don't hate you.
That stupid fucking chip in my bleeding mouth hurt.
The Weekend Crew: Thanks for showing up.
Even if you guys didn't stay long.
I miss you guys long time.
Loooooong time. <3
Tahnee: You look like Santa in that jacket,
and I heard other people mentioning it. =P
Brandon Boldt/ Paul Rosic/ Luke Jennings:
You drank, you spilt, you smoked.
I'll see you guys in Alberta?
Levi: I didn't think you were actually going to come.
But you did. Hope you enjoyed youself before I yelled at everyone to leave
weeeee =P
Adam Beck: Drives a better Nissan than me.
*coughdatsuncough*
See you again whenever.
Shaun: You were louder than Mike.
Which is weird.
Andrew Poon: Thanks for coming.
Could have PHONED.
ALEX: I called you. You were sleeping.
I didn't bother to remind you that my party was tonight.
I knew you wouldn't come out anyways.
How the fuck am I supposed to boot you out
or close the door in your face if you don't even show?
Modan: You didn't come either.
I wanted to see you again.
Brad Mooney and Mathew Roblin:
You stupid punks.
I bet you were at that party in Langley.
and I bet Mathew Roblin was with you.
Guh. I miss you both lots.
Trevor Spratley:
*drives up col-de-sac, decides not to come in, and leaves*
WOW YEAH. WAY TO GO.
Jerk. I even called you when I heard about this.
Whatever. I hope you enjoyed your WoW instead.
Ryantron: I didn't expect you to come.
I wanted you to. I told you to. =/
Tyler formerly from New West:
Well I hope you enjoyed doing mushrooms instead of coming to my place.
I don't remember what you said on the phone when you called.
Nor do I really care.
I don't know what you called for, I didn't even ask.
Hope I made you feel like shit for ditching me for shrooms.
Poopsie: You don't live that far from me. Wtf happened?
Dillon: You live like 5 blocks from me.
You tell everyone else about "huge fleetwood party"
Then you don't show up yourself?
Douche.
Maybe there's a reason why we never hang out
and that I only see you at parties.
Wayne: Uhmm.. You were wasted.
Almost to the point where you were pissing me off with your antics.
Feel free not to make fun of my friends to my face.
I don't care what you have to say about them,
Nor what you think of them.
I have a feeling you stole some booze too.
And yeah, making fun of people is only fun when I'm not friends with them.
ps don't slam the fucking door.
Mouse: Ehmm.. Thanks for making music.
Unthankyou for being stupid and stuff at times.
Birdy: Thanks for putting on those g-unit shoes.
Szymon: You didn't bring my sketch.
I hope I get it soon.
Thanks for entertaining Kyle Chase.
He was bored when you left.
Brent: You called. You didn't come.
Understandable. I'll see you Sunday?
Everyone else that was there:
Obviously I either: don't know you,
Don't remember you,
Or you just didn't do anything spectacular for me to remember.
Anyways, I know I was bitching at everyone to keep it down.
And blah blah.
I'm just glad none of you are enough of a jerk to steal anything (other than that beer) of mine or anyone else's.
Which was why I invited who I did.
Sorry I had to boot everyone out so hastily. Feel free to blame those dicks who stole the beer.
To the people who I invited and didn't come.
Thanks for saying you'd show up assholes.
Some of you I really wanted there.
Some just didn't remember.
Some people managed to fuck up the date.
Wow. That's amazing. I'm sure Nov. 18th wasn't clear enough for you.
Whatever. Thanks. I'll see you in another life.
I'll let you try to get a hold of me next time.
I'm done calling your fucking cell and not getting an answer 3 times.
flegh