no lie.

I cannot deal with people anymore. In all honesty, if you don't want to continue a friendship, just say so. It's seriously pointless to have to continue beating around the bush with things. Grow a set.

shots?

What a mess I got into this weekend. I went into this weekend excited, preparing myself for the most amazing summer possible. What better way than to attend a party and start if off. Where to begin with this train wreck of a night. Since I'm a girl, and like girl drinks, I call my brother to hook it up. I couldn't survive the night on beer, so I got vodka. Smirnoff and passion fruit punch was delicious, so much so, that it didn't last very long betweem Claudia, Sara, Eddie and I. At this point, people started coming in, and Goldfish Cracker catches my eyes, yet again. Thug life, lets take shots? This is where the night becomes a blur. Hanging at the "bar", haa, they just keep on coming. Somehow, I lock eyes with a "friend", and it was just a moment. I take my seat on the couch and chat it up. A few shots later, Goldfish Cracker is talking to me and we want to dance, after enough hassle given by Frankie and Daniel. What do you know, the room is spinning. Haa, I need air. The amazing friend Dontae walks me around the block with Eddie, though they to were buzzing. I remember wanting Jannelle by my side but she hadn't arrived yet. By this time, 6 shots and 2 mixed drinks later, I feel like SHEIT. I recall having a "situation" on the sidewalk. Then making my way up to Angel's room where Claudia and Sara were already up there trying to collect themselves. All I wanted was to DANCE and take one more shot. I probably looked like the biggest retard, especially cause I usually make fun of Abdeel being drunk and this time it was the other way around. It wasn't even a hot mess, it was just A MESS. Supposibly I said comments, but I don't recall. I have scratches on my shoulder, and I don't know where they came from. To top it all off, I go back outside, having another "situation" on the curb and they finally call my MOM. She pulls up and just gives the look. Disappointed, she takes me to my room where the "situation" continues. My lovely brother takes care of me the rest of the night because Lord knows I couldn't help myself. The morning comes around and I feel like HELL. Why did I do this to myself? I wonder the same thing. What I've learned out of this whole thing: you DO NOT need alcohol to have a good time. It might add to the fun, but to have another night like that, not anytime soon.