Party

I think last night was the first time I went to a party without taking a shitload of pictures.

See, I fancy myself an amateur photographer. Every time I'm out somewhere, I'm taking pictures of everything and everybody with this shitty blue Nikkon I got for my birthday. I'd post them all here for you to see, but I think I'll just sort of add them in small doses to assorted posts with no real point.

Whatever. That's not the point.

But I went to this party at this weird kid's apartment. Apparently his dad's rich and owns eight of the houses on the block or something. He spent a lot of time talking about how much everything costs in the room and how much money he has and blah blah fucking blah. He called me gorgeous so I'm not going to complain.

Earlier I went to the mall with my friends Allie and Alexia. Allie is this immature kid who acts like everyone should be basing their schedules around her and if they don't she gives them the silent treatment for six to eight weeks, so naturally she was mad that I was leaving to go to the party even though she had told me she was going for the last two weeks and I THOUGHT SHE WAS but then she just dumps on my shoulders that she's not and I should stay with her at the mall till the bus comes at ten thirty like she does every weekend and I'm like, uh, no thanks, the malls a depressing place when you don't have more then ten cents in your pocket. By the time my mom picked me up she was straight up ignoring my existence which is fine, no one likes her anyway.

I got my mom to pick up Yani and Cassandra and we went.

I knew a few people; Anthony, who's adorable, Tori and Julie#1 and Julie#2 and Alanah. There were a shitload of random ass black kids there, and I point out they were black because they themselves kept making the astute observation that they were "the only niggahs in this crib!". There was one big one who was sweating like a pig because he'd been smoking weed since he woke up that morning, yet still found the dexterity to roll three more joints before the night was through.

Alanah is one of those people that will give you away to the Secret Police if she's high enough and it looks like it'd be funny. I showed up with Yani and Cassandra and the first thing she does is shove a lit bogue and a Vodka/sprite combo in my hands, throws herself on my shoulder and says "Yo, man, we smoked all of it. Sorry, baby, sorry!"

I'm vaguely perturbed, just because all anyone has been talking about is how much weed would be at this thing, but I'm not too worried because, come on. Someone always has something in this town.

Later, Tori tells me that Alanah, Julie#2 and this girl Corinne went into the bathroom without me. I ignore them for twenty minutes before Alanah offers me some Newports and I give. Tori, however, felt bad for me and promised a place in the circle she would inevitably have later.

Basically, it didn't suck.

introductions

Well, this is awkward.

See, now I have to do the whole "introduction" thing, possibly the most essential and fragile bit in our whole relationship. I run the risk of ruining any first impressions I might be offered by not only sounding like a teenager, but one that's trying to sound smart and failing harder then Charlie Sheen is winning. I could regress, sound like a teenager who's not trying to be smart but endearing myself in the eyes of my audience with oddly spelled adjectives and endless name dropping. Maybe I could even work on the presumption that I'm not a teenager, let you think I'm a sophisticated waif-model from Iceland.

Or I could just shut up.

Basically, I'm not very important. Sixteen years old with a vast inferiority complex and more three syllable words in my arsenal then I know what to do with. I live with my mother, my twin sister and another fuck who'll go unnamed, for now. I dream of great things but live under the assumption that they are impossible. I could tell you I like to paint, but I really just spend all my time on Wikipedia looking up nary-known facts I could potentially put to use someday. I have a book blog, as well, but I haven't reviewed anything for quite some time, instead posting little rants about my life that my readers don't really care about. I miss the days when I could read three books in a weekend, and I miss all the blogs I used to read, and I spend a lot of time missing shit. But apparently I'm too young to feel the bitter sting of nostalgia, so we'll just move on.

The first few weeks of this blog will probably be dedicated to prior rants from prior blogs relating to prior crisis(es?). I hope they're as blandly entertaining to you as they were to me.