It's one in the morning on a Saturday night and I am NOT at a party. I mean, I was. It was just a bunch of kids (a good 100-200 is a rough estimate). Here is how my luck goes: I get home from work, change coats, look FUCKING AWESOME and then I head over there. I get there right as an undercover cop car pulls up. Typical. So I go in because I guess when the cops show up everyone has to go in. I don't know any of this party etiquette. So I'm there, with a bunch of kids. None of them were interesting, only about 7% were more than five feet and eight inches in height, and the only people who were over 21 were the cops and some sad guys dating some nineteen year old girls. So I'm there. I see some people who I don't wanna talk to because they're stuck up, they see me and look away, which just furthers my repulsion for them. My friend Jack gives me a beer, so I down the mother fucker. Then the cops do their thing and everybody leaves. Bullshit. I looked so good. Some pixie chicks were there. There was nobody that interesting there, which is why I left. People were smoking inside, so now I smell like hormones and fucking cigarettes, which gives me a headache. Why do kids have to smoke inside? It's not attractive, it's a fire hazard and it stinks up the atmosphere. You might as well ask everybody to fart and rip a one dollar bill in half. But yeah, sadly I didn't see anyone get beat up or hurt. I saw some trendy basic bitches and a bunch of tweeny horny guys who were trying too hard. Like I said, no one too interesting. Now I'm home eating a jar of peanut butter jam swirl shit, which I hate but it's delicious. That chocolate ice cream that my EX roommate left in the freezer is next. I hate that thing. But I love it. But I hate it. Hold on, I can't type with my mouth full (that's what she said)
So a bunch of people came by to see my apartment for possible renting, and what do you know, the building reeked of marijuana. YUPPEE! Thanks, neighborhood. Now I am really going to sell this one. Seriously, every time somebody arrived to look at the place, weed waft. Damn it. That's cool. I don't care.
I haven't gone to the gym in three days. I fail. I hate it. But it's okay, I've got peanut butter jelly swirl shit and ice cream. Fuck it, it's March 10th, and I'm moving soon and everything will change. There are no more updates here. I've been dancing a lot. Gotta get ready for Neo. It's only six months away!! Did I say that I am spending my 21st birthday in Iowa City? Yup. With my parents, and then I'm going out with my friends. It'll be fun!
Fucking cigarette smell. Get off my clothes!! I hope this ice cream gives me nightmares.
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