“Where the heck have I been?!” =D

[imood mood at time of entry: tired]

I suppose that weekends are the times for illegal activities. 🙂 Or at least it has been for me for the past two weekends.

Last weekend, I went out with Amber, and she wanted to go egging. We did that, and she made certain to find as many F150s to hit. That is the same truck her now ex drives.

He’s a. . . well just say that he’s not a very nice person, and I would not waste my time on him. He said awful things about and to my friend. He even talked badly about Amber to her best friend. He’s not the smartest guy around, apparently. Then, of course, he had to deny what he said, and put the best friend down. Men. Or some men, I guess.

Last night/this morning, I went out with my friend Andrea from Freshman year in high school. I can’t quite believe it, but I went to a ‘typical’ cool tennagers’ party. The kind where you meet up somewhere, drive to the party, drive around some more, sit somewhere else, and go to the next party. It was kind of fun.

I ended up with this terrible headache that has me trying to figure out where the Excedrine is. I was only slightly hungover this morning, as I drank a bit. I have never been drunk. I drink every now and then, and I might get tipsy. I was slurring my words a little bit last night/this morning.

I did meet many nice people, as I hugged all of them. I hugged (and kissed some of the cheek) all of Andrea’s friends, and then some. Part of me thought that I would not fit in (very small left over from HS), but Andrea told me that everyone asked about me and where I was from. Since she lives in another (smaller) Texas city, it’s easy to spot the new people. 🙂

Andrea has asked/demanded that I join her for parties more often. At first she asked, and I said “Yes.” But then I saw her getting drunk, and I changed my answer. We will probably go out again, since she does have someone to drive for her.

I am proud to say that the people I partied with made sure that the people who were really drunk and/or high did not drive home. It restores my faith in young adults today.

Oh, and my suicidal friend is okay. She did not kill herself, but some bastard left her some snotty comment about her being selfish for feeling the way that she did. I had a good rant about it in my LJ, and a couple of my friends showed her some support. It’s hard going through an emotional crisis. Peggy does not need people like that making it even harder for her.

Okay, I have to eat a bit now, take a shower, and get ready to go out again tonight. I don’t know how Andrea does this every weekend. I’d be beat.

I’m already beat.

Danielle