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So last night was Rheal and Alice's Canada day party. It was lulz.
Somewhere around 8, Elise and Kayleigh noticed I was sitting then, decided we were best friends, and dragged me upstairs to one of the twins' room. Apparently I impressed them with my ability to do shots without juice. Or something. I got offered one or two kinds of drugs, decline, cigarettes, decline. I dont smoke anything, amazing. This truly shocks them.
We leave the room. We go over to Elise's house. I meet Charity. Kayleigh has to pee. Kayleigh is having boy troubles. We talk about tattoos, we talk about boy problems. We go back over. Up in the room, there is no end to the people. We decide to leave and see if Urquhart is home. He isnt. Kayleigh runs in anyways. Elise follows. I wait outside. A couple minutes later, Kayleigh comes back down with Jon, a guy from Retard Dropout Class. She talks about how awesome he is, how her non relationship sucks. We set off down the street, then she realizes that we were at the house we wanted to be at. We go back. We fumble through the dark so she can go to the washroom. Then we leave. The entire way home she tells me how great I am and how she always talks about how cool I am.
We get back to the house, she gets into a couple arguments with her non boyfriend. We pop around, nothing really imortant happens untill we decide to do swimming. Yeah. 10 drunk kids, swimming. Rock. So people proceed to dive off the house, the siding, doing all manner of back flip and front flip. I was honestly expecting someone to crash their head and die or something. It wouldnt have shocked me. Elise managed to be her drunkest here, despite the water sobering everyone else up.
Some guy wanted some whiskey, I guess. Wouldnt get the stones to ask. So I did. The answer was no. He decided to moan and bitch to one of the twins for the next ten minutes before I got up in his face about no one wanting to hear his whining. That pissed him and his brother off. Apparently the two of them are highly chuavanistic. Highly. They even get into a fight later because dipshit two thinks some guy (his brother) is gunna hit him 'over a broad'. Nice.
I tucked in around two fifteen. I slept int he couch at 2:40. My back hurts.
Oh. I've been invited to a party on Monday.
Somewhere around 8, Elise and Kayleigh noticed I was sitting then, decided we were best friends, and dragged me upstairs to one of the twins' room. Apparently I impressed them with my ability to do shots without juice. Or something. I got offered one or two kinds of drugs, decline, cigarettes, decline. I dont smoke anything, amazing. This truly shocks them.
We leave the room. We go over to Elise's house. I meet Charity. Kayleigh has to pee. Kayleigh is having boy troubles. We talk about tattoos, we talk about boy problems. We go back over. Up in the room, there is no end to the people. We decide to leave and see if Urquhart is home. He isnt. Kayleigh runs in anyways. Elise follows. I wait outside. A couple minutes later, Kayleigh comes back down with Jon, a guy from Retard Dropout Class. She talks about how awesome he is, how her non relationship sucks. We set off down the street, then she realizes that we were at the house we wanted to be at. We go back. We fumble through the dark so she can go to the washroom. Then we leave. The entire way home she tells me how great I am and how she always talks about how cool I am.
We get back to the house, she gets into a couple arguments with her non boyfriend. We pop around, nothing really imortant happens untill we decide to do swimming. Yeah. 10 drunk kids, swimming. Rock. So people proceed to dive off the house, the siding, doing all manner of back flip and front flip. I was honestly expecting someone to crash their head and die or something. It wouldnt have shocked me. Elise managed to be her drunkest here, despite the water sobering everyone else up.
Some guy wanted some whiskey, I guess. Wouldnt get the stones to ask. So I did. The answer was no. He decided to moan and bitch to one of the twins for the next ten minutes before I got up in his face about no one wanting to hear his whining. That pissed him and his brother off. Apparently the two of them are highly chuavanistic. Highly. They even get into a fight later because dipshit two thinks some guy (his brother) is gunna hit him 'over a broad'. Nice.
I tucked in around two fifteen. I slept int he couch at 2:40. My back hurts.
Oh. I've been invited to a party on Monday.
