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To my fortunate luck this weekend I partied most of the time that I wasn’t stuck in my sister’s graduation where I heard about 5 different speeches. All to which were boring and predictable in my opinion. In my head I thought of what I would have said but felt distracted by the actuality that 5 cell phones went off by idiotic disrespectable people who have dreadful taste in music. At the same time there are the usual cries of babies who just want attention and parents who just want a rest. Either way there’s usually little sympathy for a mother or father in that position. People’s actions are so predictable that I find it humorous at this stage in the game for me. Especially when I’m around my classmates…. A word to support that statement would be party. I’ve had two in one weekend and feel drained along with my feet who as which been walking this person to the mall, sister’s graduation, and 2 completely different parties. The festive mood was in fact in the air Friday and Saturday. What’s better than hanging out with the same people for about 3 years? Well just about everything. Friday’s drama consisted of an emo, a drunk, and a slut. The dance floor’s magic of bringing sluts with man whores together in proximity while dancing to fast pace music is what white preppy problematic schools are made for. Also is what foolish ignorant people love to hear about so come and bear with me on this engaging night that I have experienced.
TIME: about 8:00
Just then I had arrived to the loud screeches of friends calling my name as I made my way into the party. As I got settled on the dance floor and danced a few songs before, the tears and gossip had begun. As I fanned myself for the hundredth time I noticed a conversation of my good friend….I won’t state his name but call him ‘Drunk’ talking to the one I referred to as ‘Slut’ after this I felt annoyed and got air outside where everyone stopped dead in there tracks while staring at the ‘Emo’ My good friend was absolutely in love with him and stayed to watch him fall off his skateboard and on his ass about ten times until the haters, which summed up everyone, basically chased him out simply because he looked out of the ordinary. Again I’m around ignorant people, enough said. I come back and all hell as seemed to have been splattered on the dance floor’s space since at this time. The ‘Slut’ is crying. The ‘Drunk’ is now a fugitive who was found drinking or high and leaves. The news is bought to a closing as to no one could find him.
STORY: ‘Drunk’ slapped ‘Slut’ in the face (which makes me worship the drunk) and he as now left the party since he was reported high or drunk by ‘Slut’ since she needed her revenge. At this time the party is recalled over.
TIME: 9:30
Which is just enough to grab a water bottle, take a rest and start the party the right way minus the ‘Drunk’ but sadly included the ‘Slut’ the last time I heard from the ‘Emo’ he left on his skateboard and missed out on the whole prerogative dancing.
TIME: 12:00
Dancing and partying complete……..and that’s just the first night…………..
SATURDAY= to make the long story short I missed half and arrived at 10:00 but I was lucky enough to realize how dull it was. Just at that second I doubted the party was officially over…..the ‘Drunk’ suddenly arrives…uninvited. Things then get complicated. The ‘Slut’ as now gotten angry and wants him out. His friends want him in. Just then the hostess feels under pressure and cries in her stressfulness as she witnesses the angry guests at the door and the tugs at her shirt as her selfish friends tell her that what she is doing is right. But the hostess finally lets the problematic boy in. *Sigh* Party as almost begun and it’s time that I begin to socialize with friends and new individuals. Over all I’m drained and this dance floor as written off with nothing but degrading things to say about its conquests
