“I’d have enought money to buy more coke” —
Today I’m having a party at my dad’s house. It’s like my sweet 16. except only 10 people are coming. But the thing is, I like that better. Most girls my age will want a HUGE party with ALL their friends, a HUGE expensive dress, a DJ or a band, a lot of food and drinks. I thought I wanted that too. I love wearing big dresses and feeling like a princess. I love being with my friends. It should be pretty obvious, but in case you didn’t notice, I love food. But the thing is, I would’ve felt awkward in a big party.
Whenever I go to a party, I always feel awkward at first. I can’t dance…at all, and people that I would talk to are dancing. If I try to dance with them, that just makes things feel worse, I mean why would anyone want to dance with me, the awkward ginger that can’t dance worth a shit? Anyway, I usually end up crying in the bathroom until people settle down enough so that I can talk to them (true story) Or until I get really into the party because the people around me are way to much fun…
But A small party of about 10 or so people is perfect for me. And it’s a pool party which makes everything better. IF people are bored, there is always a pool so the party goes on for a while. And it’s hard to play apples to apples at a big party too….
I love my family. That is, my mom’s side of the family. Everyone is funny, talented, smart and just plain awesome. My dad’s side on the other hand is something else. I mean, I don’t hate them, but they are….something. An example, my uncle was born and raised in NJ his entire life. He never moved to another state and lived here his entire life. But for some odd reason, he though it would be fun to talk with a southern accent. He thought he was from the south or something. He wasn’t medically crazy…just weird.
Today I was dragged to my Granny’s house by my aunt (who my dad lives with). It wasn’t a fun time. After being forced to play a game of cards I really didn’t want to play, I had to eat dinner with them. They ate like goddamed animals, it was crazy. Then after when we had cupcakes they each had like 10! it was crazy!! I can hardly believe I’m related to these people
I walk into my dad’s bedroom(to borrow a phone charger) and he says to me “wanna go swimming in the pool?” I informed him that it’s 9:30. He said “yeah and?” Now I know where I get my crazy wtf side from :)
SO…let’s give this a go. I usually have way to much to say, and way to few people who care. This will be my place to rant and/or rave. I’ll probably post some other things on here too. Such as YouTube videos I find entertaining, things some of my hilarious friends say, or just something describing how bored I am. I guess you could call this almost like a journal, but everyone in the world can read it (not that anyone in the world would). So. Let’s get on with the show and get the ball a rollin’