Hate is a pretty strong word
So I won't use it. But I hate living at my house. There's no peacefulness. There are constantly underage kids drinking (which was great, when i was one). Now I come back from running and a nice night out with a bottle of wine and dinner with friends and don't really like to be greeted with table hockey upstairs and people that have introduced themselves to me numerous times. I don't want to sound like a prude, I love house parties, I love to party (hah), there's just a time and a place. I enjoy going out, not staying in every night and destroying the house. We fill at least three economy sized trash bags a week with beer cans. People come over, yell really loud, barf off the deck, fight over drinking game rules, blast metal, balance board over my brains, don't make it to class the next day, while I'm reading in my bed, trying to not freak out (which I would never do here). Bottom line, I like to party on holidays and Friday night, the occasional Tuesday or Wednesday night and thats plenty. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Don't know what I've gotten myself into, again.
Don't know what I've gotten myself into, again.