tabula___rasa
Party could be a good way to relax, even though the said party would be full with people who are watching over you or what the hell ever. I need relaxation. Dancing and stuff like that. It would be nice to get drunk or something too, but I hardly see that happening. I wonder if I think that I'm drunk long enough would I start to feel drunk? Like with those people that gets themselves sick by thinking they're sick...
The Bronze is nice tonight. I really haven't been much here, but I like it. Neat music. Lot of people. Half of them are vampires. Not that it's a good thing, I'm just stating a fact. Everyone seems happy or they all might be on drugs, that's always a possibility, right? Anyway, maybe I could have too whatever they're taking? I could do with some dose of happiness. Or bounciness. Or hyperness. Is hyperness even a word?
At the moment I'm trying to dance. Trying is the code word as the guy I'm dancing with seems to think waving all the time is somewhat cool. How did I end up on the dance floor with him anyway? Leaving now. Really. Aww, he looks sad. Oh, wait that's the light, he doesn't seem to notice I left. Well, that's really nice from him.
"Beer." I say to the bartender as I walk up to the bar. What? I can ask, can't I? The bartender gives me a weird look and doesn't even reply. That is so rude! Shouldn't he ask my ID or something? Not that I have one but still! And I do want beer!
"Hey! I asked for beer!" I yell bit louder and he still doesn't even look my way. Damn! Do I really look that young? I shouldn't taking the fact I'm energy ball old as world. So stupid.
The Bronze is nice tonight. I really haven't been much here, but I like it. Neat music. Lot of people. Half of them are vampires. Not that it's a good thing, I'm just stating a fact. Everyone seems happy or they all might be on drugs, that's always a possibility, right? Anyway, maybe I could have too whatever they're taking? I could do with some dose of happiness. Or bounciness. Or hyperness. Is hyperness even a word?
At the moment I'm trying to dance. Trying is the code word as the guy I'm dancing with seems to think waving all the time is somewhat cool. How did I end up on the dance floor with him anyway? Leaving now. Really. Aww, he looks sad. Oh, wait that's the light, he doesn't seem to notice I left. Well, that's really nice from him.
"Beer." I say to the bartender as I walk up to the bar. What? I can ask, can't I? The bartender gives me a weird look and doesn't even reply. That is so rude! Shouldn't he ask my ID or something? Not that I have one but still! And I do want beer!
"Hey! I asked for beer!" I yell bit louder and he still doesn't even look my way. Damn! Do I really look that young? I shouldn't taking the fact I'm energy ball old as world. So stupid.