Hey,
I am drunk.
Which meant there were terrible spelling errors in my messgae to Cespenar(please send all your best happy vibes to my friend who is suffering the loss of man's best friend. Poor sweet boy.
)until I re-read it and through my drunk haze realized that it was totally innept. Bright side: can still remember the word innept. Spelling of the word innept: not so good. I think.
Well, formal was awesome
. I got more than one "Oh...wow!" in my sequiny black dress. Which pleased me no end
. The food was good, Mitch and Nash sang queer excellent songs about a gay eskimo, TV being crap and they even sang a song about tattoos. It was so very cool
. I had a blast and I looked, sorry to be so narrcissistic(spelling? who cares... I'm trashed) absolutly bloody fantastic. Like a gothic princess of the Mob in the 40's. I was hot
. The only reason I am being so bombastic is that i am really smashed.
The after party was really cool. Except I found out for sure that Duchess and Gasho are an item (I balls out asked her
),then I threw my "I wont be drinking much" idea out the window
, downed the rest of my little bottle of vodka in two seconds, danced like I was about to be killed by aliens and would never dance again, had two cowboy shots concurrently and generally felt like crap and getting very wasted. Not really because I liked him muchly, but because I have to wonder "Why?". For many reasons.
1. I am prettier than her
. Just because she gives a good blow job and I hate the idea and the act even worse doesn't change that I am prettier. And nicer. and not so mean. And I know he thinks I'm hot. Its obvious. so she may have him but she has him in secret and he still perves on other girls. haha.
2. Mhy didn't she tell me? she said it was because she knew I liked him, but by not telling me I only looked more like a complete dick head. bloody stupid too
. It would have been much kinder to have told me. But I was nice and happy for her even if I was angry at her for keeping it secret. She loves him, she said, and thats more than I ever wanted so its best she has him ....... but I still got drunk out of my skull to ease my embarrasment. I got a little revenge by tellingher her precious friend Oliver was my creepy caller. ha. She said way back when it happened "No, it wouldn't be him. I know him better than you and he'sd never do soemthing like that." Ha, say I.
And I also dragged Bull out onto the dance floor. Angainst his wiill, vut he was drunk too so it was relitivly easy
. But he wouldn't, said he couldn't, dance. Then he said "A) I don't dance... and b) I don't dance with you." I gave it careful consideration as he talked about C) then I slapped him. But he continued like I'd never done it. bah. I shouldn't have held back so much. This little battle of the alamo reinactment didn't stop him staring at me in a man way on the dance floor when I danced with Erin, Bill, Bill's friend, Andrea(so lovely and cool and a Firefly fan by my conversion) and Erin's friend Bobbie(girl). I have never danced to 'Welcome to my life' by Simple Plan before but I did so in an angsty, sexy, and slight tipsy manner... which caused the DJ to make eyes at my ass for a half hour. Yuk
. Old and bald and soooo soooo veyr creepy. Sorry for the spelling. I know I'm not veyr good at it right now, If ever.
Well, then we all came home and watched Firefly and I had two more glasses of vodka and not too much diet coke. Then we called it a night and I came home and talked to myself for a while. I talked about being vastly embarrassed, and completely unnattractive to the male species. I talked about feeing stupid, and drunk, and tired
, and maybe a little gay since when Erin asked my to massage her head I kept smelling her hair. oops. Well, if I can't attract a guy(being unnattractive to two guys in one night is my worst nightmare, since I can usually get anyone I want...dammit.) then I may as well take up lesbianism with Erin, who sends out signals like crazy. At least I can pull chicks, including Bill's friend Claire apparently. I have never had a woman gyrate against me on a dance floor before but there she was, doing it. and checking me out quite a bit. She may just have beening looking at my pretty dress but it didn't feel or look like it. By the way, whats wrong with me? Am I just repulsive? Am I that annoying, that fat, that stupid? That these guys ignored me in favour of other people?
Fuck it. ANyway. Everyone loved my dress. I felt very womanly and pretty and quite hot in the temperature sense since it was really hot here today and I had to be dressed by 4pm.
Ok, bright side now. I took lots of cool pictures of everyone and everything and I was very excited and I ahd a great time. My mask was a bat mask and I love it because its gothic and sequiny and it matched my dress. Oh, and the scene Nash shot with me and Bill in it was in the video at the formal. Eek!
I sounded funny and I had pigtails in!! Bad, veyr bad. But I can't have annoeyed Nash too much with my foul mood during the filming of it because he got his picture taken with me on his request at formal. Which was nice and made me feel all acccepted because NAsh is like one of my favourite people on college. Not in like like way, just that he is nice and talented and funny.
I think I better go to bed now because I just had a sudden urge to curl up under my desk. Weird.
Oh, and an appology to the guy who commented tat my blog had so many smilies that it made his computer crash. In the words of my Elvis 'Meh..' and in my own wors 'Do I care? Am I supposed to care about this?' Sorry for the apathy but I li8ke having emoticons to liven it up. So bite me
. But if any true harm was caused to your computer, I am actually sorry and I really do feel bad. Drunk and insolent or not I apologise.
Ok, nighty night. Biggest wishes of nice pretty things for everyone,
Sugarburn
