First off, before anything,
vote in mah dayum survivor.
So. How've I been doing recently?
Broke, and cut off from the rest of society as of Monday morning.
On Saturday, my friend Jenni had a pre-birthday celebration, and as close as her & I are, I of course had to make an appearance and help her celebrate her b-day (which was Monday). I tell my mom I'm going to be chilling with her and various other people all night, possibly into the morning and we'd get breakfast at iHop. My mom starts spazzing and is like "in the morning?!? No, I'm not sure about how I feel with you being out that late. Talk to your father."
Fine. I could understand her apprehension, being that she is paranoid as ****. Two hours later my dad gets home and my mom brings up me going to the party, putting emphasis on me getting back home in the morning. My dad's like "no. How long did you know about this party? In the morning, are you crazy? How come we don't meet any of your friends ever? (Possibly because I live in West Bubble****, but yeah.)" So basically, after pleading and ********, the answer was no. I had already told Jenni that I was going and my friend Sean who lives a block away with me as well. Cut to a couple hours later, I got dressed and dipped. (Anyone who knows me outside of this site, knows I don't go out much.)
I met with Sean at the train station, and we took ****ing
FOUR trains to get to the b-day girl's apt. building (from Woodhaven to the Heights :-/). Somewhere in the middle of that endless quest, I turn on my phone to see a "new message" symbol, knowing damn well who it was from. Fast forward, we get to her building, she's not ready, I'm happy I escaped my own prison, but nervous as to what message my mom left me. Sean takes my phone and listens to the message for me saying "she didn't sound that mad". Phew.
Half an hour later, we're still waiting outside Jenni's building. Looking to make the most of our night, me and Sean (who looks WAY older than 19) pitch in to get a bottle of Brugal liquor. He manages to fool the cashier with his voice, we get the golden treasure, Jenni finishes getting ready, and the three of us migrate
to Jenni's friend Eva's crib.
At Eva's place we all do "shots", actually like 1/3 filled cups of Brugal to get us ready for the party. Five people, including Eva's girlfriend. I took
FOUR (recurring theme in'nit?) shots and then we left after bull******** a while. By the time we left, I was completely blasted, running down streets making "snow" outta styrofoam cartons and the last thing I remember vividly was being at a bus stop before the actual party, where Eva was I think, inviting some (straight?) girls to a **** PARTY in the Bronx.
That was the last thing I recall before going home. I remember complaining that I'd left my house without eating dinner and was feenin' for Popeye's chicken & biscuits and apparently my friends got me some. Apparently, in my drunken stupor, I was hardcore grinding on guys while dancing and "all over the place" sez Jensta.
The thing is I have no idea whether I drank or smoke afterwards, or even how severe my ****tiness was.
Fast-forward to what was either around late 4 or early 5 on the morning on the J train (last train before going home). I woke up intimately gazing into some random guy's eyes for what seemed like forever before he handed me a piece of gum. (Sean was OBVIOUSLY responsible for me getting on all the trains and arriving safely home).
Fast-forward again, I woke up with a HUUUUUUUUUUGE hangover, and my mom wasn't talking to me, obviously distressed and disgusted at me, understandably. Since then, she has: 1. terminated my phone service (that's why, NG), 2. removed the mouse from my computer, 3. canceled me getting high-speed cable internet for my home (woulda had it installed today) AND 4. set an EXTREME curfew of TWELVE-****ING-A.M.
I'm not talking to my mom and don't plan on it anytime soon. My birthday's less than 2 weeks away and any plans I had for getting shitfaced, high, or even staying out LATE are now all but ****ing gone. If I do dare, stay out past 12, she says "I'm packing my ****, and shipping the **** out".
Stupid bitch.
