I went to a party last night to celebrate the New Year.
I actually went to two of them, but my ex-boyfriend walked in on the first one so I scrammed. I was planning on leaving early anyway, I just wish I could have left a little more gracefully. I actually liked and had been missing most of the people that were there, but I ran away instead of giving everybody a hug and a kiss because I am really that petty and immature 🙂
Anyway, after I left that kickback, I went with a crazy friend to another get-together. I switched my bright orange lipstick with my super dark-almost-black red lipstick (this is important for you to know just because I really like lipstick) and arrived at a backyard filled with boys playing beer pong.
I was the youngest at the first kickback, everyone else was around 21-23. Everyone at the second party was my around my age (19). Believe it or not, those couple of years do make a difference, even if only to me.
My friend and I weren’t the only chicks there, but the rest were huddled inside the house for warmth, so we felt like we were.
After probably the least dramatic countdown I have ever been a part of, I began chatting with a bunch of the guys there.
One knew my name and called me out on not following him back on twitter. I knew his name at this point, but for the life of me, I could not recall when he had learned mine.
He was speaking to me as if we were at least close acquaintances, and I began to feel incredibly guilty.
I’m always bitching about how people don’t know me at all apart from my friends, but here was a kid who knew enough about me and liked me enough to follow me on a social networking site.
My guess was that I met him when I was really drunk, which shames me to such an incredible degree, and makes me want to never drink again. I’m not even 21 yet, so that sucks, but so does puking in front of a bunch of people.
After that, I shamelessly flirted with some friend I met at the start of 2012.
He is really nice, and I don’t really have any strong feelings for him because I seldom see him, but he tries to be cool around me and he always ends up doing something dorky and I can’t help but feel flattered for his effort.
It’s really weird getting used to new people. Everyone has a different group they belong too and I keep expanding my circles with people I once went to High School with.
It really is stupid and a bit pathetic that I’m doing this now instead of when I was actually going to high school with them, but just because I didn’t meet them at my fancy pants University doesn’t mean that they aren’t fun kids.
Everyone got drunk and I just got colder and colder so I called my mother to pick me up, but not before blowing hookah smoke in the guy’s (who I spent the night shamelessly flirting with) face. I guess I do stupid things too when I’m trying to impress someone.
Happy New Year.
The parties sucked.
Daily Ruins 