Prepare The Masses
So....a lot of you didn't know, but August 17th was my 18th birthday.
I was told, that as soon as I came back from Vegas not to go anywhere because all my friends wanted to celebrate my big 1-8 with me. So I turned down a free trip to the races with my aunt, uncle, and cousin on a luxury bus and full passes. I don't care for the races but I had never been so I was riding the coatails of venturing out of state and REALLY wanted to go, but since my friends promised me they'd do something with me, I stayed home.
I was a fool.
They said after I went to the Adrian fair to call them around 4:30 when they would pick up. I did so and they didn't pick up. An hour went by and my aunt calls asking if I still wanted to come up there and I said, "No, I'm sure they'll get back to me soon." They did, another hour later. After it was already too late. Gave me the same BS excuse as they had before, and never told me why they didn't pick up their phone. It was too late for me to leave...
Later that night Sal got online and told me they never called her either....so she went out by herself.
It gets better because days later, I post a comment on one of their myspaces saying that i'm pissed about it, so they get the nerve to CALL SAL instead of me and ask her what the fuck MY problem is. ....the irony in that whole statement.... So I messaged one of them and they told me to kiss their ass and that they didn't call Sal. Who am I to believe?
You know, it's not only that. The people I was supposed to meet at the fair that day didn't show up either. And at the time I left, they said they had just parked. Then I get told later that I was getting looked for by even more people than that. August 17th 2006 was not my day...or the days after.
I was told, that as soon as I came back from Vegas not to go anywhere because all my friends wanted to celebrate my big 1-8 with me. So I turned down a free trip to the races with my aunt, uncle, and cousin on a luxury bus and full passes. I don't care for the races but I had never been so I was riding the coatails of venturing out of state and REALLY wanted to go, but since my friends promised me they'd do something with me, I stayed home.
I was a fool.
They said after I went to the Adrian fair to call them around 4:30 when they would pick up. I did so and they didn't pick up. An hour went by and my aunt calls asking if I still wanted to come up there and I said, "No, I'm sure they'll get back to me soon." They did, another hour later. After it was already too late. Gave me the same BS excuse as they had before, and never told me why they didn't pick up their phone. It was too late for me to leave...
Later that night Sal got online and told me they never called her either....so she went out by herself.
It gets better because days later, I post a comment on one of their myspaces saying that i'm pissed about it, so they get the nerve to CALL SAL instead of me and ask her what the fuck MY problem is. ....the irony in that whole statement.... So I messaged one of them and they told me to kiss their ass and that they didn't call Sal. Who am I to believe?
You know, it's not only that. The people I was supposed to meet at the fair that day didn't show up either. And at the time I left, they said they had just parked. Then I get told later that I was getting looked for by even more people than that. August 17th 2006 was not my day...or the days after.