hookers and polka dots

Nov 14, 2005 13:10

that was my night.

which translates, of course, to "gorham party with dj". it was this german kid's birthday, and it was a black-and-white party, i went with black and pink, but it worked out. it was excellent. then we got a bunch of people to keep dj company in the car to drive me home.

and the exgirlfriend of a guy i've been hanging out with has been calling me and wanting to talk to me, which is odd in itself, but then gorham peter says she's been complaining about me at work to him. which is 1. way too many of my worlds colliding, and 2. just wierd and awkward. so... i just hope that stops. but if i die mysteriously in the near future, you know who to suspect, thats all i'm saying.

my parents are making a kind of last effort at dicipline, but intstead of actually punishing me for things, they just make my life really inconvenient. example: i was out late last night, so they said i couldn't use the car for the rest of the weekend. but its fine for emily to come pick me up and for me to be out late tonight and tomorow, i just have to rely on other people for transportation. maybe in my youth i don't understand this kind of parenting, but maybe it's just retarded.

and HEY! i'm not doing any college work that i should be! or my macbeth essay! WHEEE!
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