The little party I went to last night turned out okay. Exactly what I predicted also, pretty standard stuff you know, booze, pot, girls, dirty basement, and a total lack of seating. I don’t know I felt kinda awkward considering I only knew one person, I think I was the only one there who didn’t know everyone else. There were about 14 of us all gathered around. A wooden table full of red solo cups. I actually can’t believe I’m typing such a cliché scene that actually happened. It’s been seen 1000 times over by every teenager who lives in the Midwest, and probably everywhere else, a bunch of American youth hanging out. One girl with long straightened blonde hair covered up by an orange knitted ICP beanie, black tee shirt with something printed in silver on the front. Next to her was her boyfriend in a light blue American Eagle button up. One of the few people who actually manage to grab a seat was this beautiful Latina girl. She was short with curly black hair to her shoulders. When she first got there she was wearing a purple pea coat, but when she took it off underneath was a silky tank top with gold metallic scale like things all off the front. They shook on her shirt whenever she moved. I only remember a few other people here and there, mind you I’d been drinking quiet a lot to try to loosen up a little around a basement full of strangers. It seemed like there was something going on amongst a small portion of the group that I wasn’t aware on. Not anything wrong with me, but some prior issue. For instance the girl that pretty much plus 1’d me had mentioned that she and another girl didn’t get along. I didn’t really care to get into detail with her about it. But as the night drew on, it got bit hard to ignore at certain points. I mean between the forced smiles and “accidental” skips on the blunt, I could pretty much have figured that out. Yea, but besides a few dry spots it was a good night. Had fun and no one got hurt so all is good. Just another Friday night here in this town of mine.
Ive been invited to a Bday party. Of course not the traditional balloons, presents and, cake. More of the 2013 version with alcohol, drugs, and drunken underage people shamelessly losing control of their brains and probably their ability to not vomit on somebodies porch. so pretty much a normal Friday in the life of American youth. Seriously though this should be good for me I haven’t been out and about for a few weeks some social interaction should do me good.
Sometimes my mind just races. It’s goes completely out of control. My mind turns into an asteroid and just leaps from my head into a parallel universe where it jumps from world to world trailed by that crazy peter pan style pixie dust. It creates streaks across the universe like paint being splashed across a canvas. It appears disorderly, random, bouncing from thought to thought. Its Chaotic, yet still beautiful. And just when I think the asteroid has flown too far and gotten lost in space, it comes back again. Flying across the universe with that pixie dust trail.
You know I’m starting to realize why there are so many Worldstar moments. It’s Simple really. Some people are just to annoying to not want to punch in their face. I don’t understand how a percentage of the population is just completely oblivious to any part of reality that isn’t in their own head. I’m talking completely ignorant of the fact that other people have brains and can think just like them, that people aren’t stupid, and that people don’t revolve around you. how can you have no sense of how to interact like a normal human being. I’m not saying you gotta be an etiquette king, but at least clean up after yourself. Don’t think that everyone has to do what you want (or care for that matter). The whole point is, at some point you have to grow up and learn that the world doesn’t revolve around you. If you know someone like this and are realizing that its becoming an ongoing problem, you should really consider running it by them because chances are they are once again completely oblivious. So now that that’s down on virtual ink I’m gonna sit and read this Goosebumps book I found walking home tonight. Just about the only good part of the night.