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Friday, March 13, 2009
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I'd hide myself, stab myself, and scream at my loudest.
It was pretty much hell last night. *slaps forehead* It was pretty much funny when you look so lost, walking around, to and fro the dance floor, and go to the bar, look for your friend, only to gulp down mouthfuls of weird tasting beer. (the not fun part begins here) after which, your friend dragged you near the stage, and started making out with others, and then grab your head towards hers, and started making out with you in front of the stage. you felt so much like hiding away, but to no avail, especially when her friends were "watching" the show as well.
trust me, this isn't the end. you received texts from your that friend, asking you to go look for her 'cuz she was drunk, and then, she made you drink, more and more. before you know it, you started feeling float-ish, and that's it. then she introduced her ex to you, and it was weird, 'cuz you both shook hands. next, you went to the dance floor for your other group of friends, and the speakers' bass was so darn loud, and was like literally blasting into your ears, that you thought you're gonna become deaf, soon. either the bass got louder, or you were losing your senses. next, your that particular friend texted you, and said that she's going home. voila! pretty much stuck there, and just, did what you thought was alright. and all the "rights" lasted for the entire night. and at the end of the party, you just wanna go home, and get outta there.
then in the cab, you were trying to make sense whilst talking, but it just seems that its all wrong, 'cuz your friends were laughing at your "nonsenses." after which, you were the only one left in the cab, and you talked so much with the uncle, that he even show you his family photo, and some scary videos. that uncle was nice enough to watch you reach home safely, and trust me, it was indeed sweet.
lastly, you plonk to bed, and dozed off within minutes, leaving your friend on the other line, talking to herself (hahas). you woke up this morning, aching all over, and feeling so speechless. "OH MY GOSH" is what you wanna say. then you got outta your bed, and started spacing out, and trying to recap what took place the previous night. upon recollection, you wanna start screaming. next, you decided to calm yourself down with a cup of warm tea. before you know, you were typing away in front of your laptop, sipping the tea, and allow those memories to just wash your tiny brain.
alright, i promise, i will try my utmost best to remain totally sober this coming Sunday. however i think i might suffer from some liver damage soon, 'cuz i will be going with my that "particular friend's" group. *force a smile* i doubt i will be able to step out of St. James this Sunday, in one piece. *Screams*
`beautiful delusions_
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