``happy new year.
So. New Year's Resolutions:
1) Lose 10 pounds.
2) Never hold large party ever again.
OH MY GOD.
What an 'interesting' night. My home is basically a bachelor's pad, okay? (with like 3 rooms, a kitchen, laundry room.. anyways, small-ish apartment, haha.) Let's put it that way. (Which reminds me of something, haha, as I told some people to leave because there was no space, they looked up and down the house as if I was insane. They don't realize I only live in the MIDDLE of this large house.) And about 60-70 people showed up. I bounced my own party all night, actually. I would go in and out of my front porch and house making sure no one was standing outside in the street or anything because I live in right in town. I never, ever, want to replay it over again. Apparently everyone had fun, which was good, because.. I definitely did not. Okay I did a few times.. but for a good maybe 2 hours it was no fun at all.
It consisted of being called a bitch multiple times by a bunch of pucks that I'd never seen before in my life because I wouldn't let their friends in who I'd never seen before in my life. My head got hit by my back door as someone tried to come in as I was coming out- ahh and then the waterworks came. It was terrible. Its very rare that I cry anymore (because of like major emo moments, that is)- so I hated it. I was laughing at myself because I was so one of those girls who has parties and starts crying. AHAHAH. WTF. Upon further deduction of the night, I realized something- I think the reason why I hated last night so much was because I did start crying, which is NOT something I wanted to be doing, because I felt so stupid and pointless and all I wanted to do was have fun and party with the ridiculous amount of people that were in my house! And my crying was bringing me back to my old self, my old stupid over-emotional self.
And I don't need/want to do that anymore!
At around 11:30 I was so relieved when the cops came. It actually was the hugest weight off my shoulders. They wrote down my name and whatnot so I basically have a permanant record (ohhh shieeet! who's hcore now! ahha kidding.) No one listened to me, of course, when I told them to leave... but eventually, after multiple threatenings from my ACTUAL friends... they did.
Taina and I stood on our porch watching the 50 something people standing on the street and just looked and each other.. and started laughing our asses off. Because it really was hilarious. This whole situation.
I mean what the fuck were we thinking?
I found myself looking at a lot of people and being like, "Sorry, but.. Who are you?" (In my super-cool-I-am-too-cool-for-life-voice... HAH) Luckily no one seemed to offended, when I said, "Oh, nice to meet you, this is my house."
Anyways. So majority left, unfortunately a bunch I really didn't want to go did, and only 15 remained. Our champagne was stolen so we just kind of just stood in a circle and counted down to 12 and then ran around hugging each other.
This morning there wasn't too much damage luckily. About 3/4 of a 26 of Stoli Raspberry Vodka was left behind, and some Smirnoff and a couple beers. There was a lot of laundry and dishes; but eh, could have been worse.
No pictures because.. the ones that were taken were lame. And I'm in like 2 anyways. haha.
I hope everyone had a great New Years.
Sup 2006.
Hahahhaha.
I can't stop laughing at the whole shebang.
Mon
♥
1) Lose 10 pounds.
2) Never hold large party ever again.
OH MY GOD.
What an 'interesting' night. My home is basically a bachelor's pad, okay? (with like 3 rooms, a kitchen, laundry room.. anyways, small-ish apartment, haha.) Let's put it that way. (Which reminds me of something, haha, as I told some people to leave because there was no space, they looked up and down the house as if I was insane. They don't realize I only live in the MIDDLE of this large house.) And about 60-70 people showed up. I bounced my own party all night, actually. I would go in and out of my front porch and house making sure no one was standing outside in the street or anything because I live in right in town. I never, ever, want to replay it over again. Apparently everyone had fun, which was good, because.. I definitely did not. Okay I did a few times.. but for a good maybe 2 hours it was no fun at all.
It consisted of being called a bitch multiple times by a bunch of pucks that I'd never seen before in my life because I wouldn't let their friends in who I'd never seen before in my life. My head got hit by my back door as someone tried to come in as I was coming out- ahh and then the waterworks came. It was terrible. Its very rare that I cry anymore (because of like major emo moments, that is)- so I hated it. I was laughing at myself because I was so one of those girls who has parties and starts crying. AHAHAH. WTF. Upon further deduction of the night, I realized something- I think the reason why I hated last night so much was because I did start crying, which is NOT something I wanted to be doing, because I felt so stupid and pointless and all I wanted to do was have fun and party with the ridiculous amount of people that were in my house! And my crying was bringing me back to my old self, my old stupid over-emotional self.
And I don't need/want to do that anymore!
At around 11:30 I was so relieved when the cops came. It actually was the hugest weight off my shoulders. They wrote down my name and whatnot so I basically have a permanant record (ohhh shieeet! who's hcore now! ahha kidding.) No one listened to me, of course, when I told them to leave... but eventually, after multiple threatenings from my ACTUAL friends... they did.
Taina and I stood on our porch watching the 50 something people standing on the street and just looked and each other.. and started laughing our asses off. Because it really was hilarious. This whole situation.
I mean what the fuck were we thinking?
I found myself looking at a lot of people and being like, "Sorry, but.. Who are you?" (In my super-cool-I-am-too-cool-for-life-voice... HAH) Luckily no one seemed to offended, when I said, "Oh, nice to meet you, this is my house."
Anyways. So majority left, unfortunately a bunch I really didn't want to go did, and only 15 remained. Our champagne was stolen so we just kind of just stood in a circle and counted down to 12 and then ran around hugging each other.
This morning there wasn't too much damage luckily. About 3/4 of a 26 of Stoli Raspberry Vodka was left behind, and some Smirnoff and a couple beers. There was a lot of laundry and dishes; but eh, could have been worse.
No pictures because.. the ones that were taken were lame. And I'm in like 2 anyways. haha.
I hope everyone had a great New Years.
Sup 2006.
Hahahhaha.
I can't stop laughing at the whole shebang.
Mon
♥