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Nov. 7th, 2004 11:56 amDear people at Jill's birthday party,
I'm sorry that I was no fun last night. Really.
But I did have my reasons, I promise.
1. The rest of you were quite drunk. That's fine. However, due to circumstances out of my control, I couldn't drink anything without feeling nauseous. Therefore I could not join in your drunken antics, and watching them? Less fun than participating.
2. I patched things up with Ex-Girlfriend. While this does leave me with a feeling of relief and closure, it was also a sort of difficult thing to do, especially the part where she cried on my shoulder.
3. You were all making out. Again, that's fine (although I am SO fucking sick of girls with boyfriends snogging each other- it's so predictable). However, due to a quandary between Mind, Body and Soul, I could not in good faith join in. (Naturally Body is kicking me for that one at this point.) As well, someone who I really quite like was making out with someone else, and as I viewed this many a time, I got sad.
Plus James and Froggy were there and being all snuggly, and while that was nice in its way jealousy reared its ugly green head and kept me preoccupied.
4. Hoping to find a friendly ear and a shoulder to cry on, I tried talking to Megan on the stairs- a conversation which, by the way, she initiated. She was a bit distracted. I forgave her the first time she grabbed a random passerby and made out with them while I was trying to talk to her, but the second time was a bit too much for me at that point.
5. Due to aforementioned drunken antics I ended up in the bathroom with the let's-get-drunk-and-talk-philosophically-about-every-fucking-thing people, where I talked to Niall about how nothing really matters until he passed out against the wall. Afterwhich I was claimed by a nineteen-year-old named Farmer, who gave me career advice and was a bit too interested in me. While this was somewhat better than being the sick, sober sit-in to the people outside, it was not happy fun time, especially the part where I dropped my pillow into the toilet leakage.
Due to these and other, more private reasons, I was something of a party pooper, and for that I apologize. If it makes it better, I had no fun with me either.
(Although watching Monty Python's Quest For The Holy Grail did help a bit. Especially the part where Niall slammed the DVD case against his forehead and chanted along with the monks.)
Love,
Me
I'm sorry that I was no fun last night. Really.
But I did have my reasons, I promise.
1. The rest of you were quite drunk. That's fine. However, due to circumstances out of my control, I couldn't drink anything without feeling nauseous. Therefore I could not join in your drunken antics, and watching them? Less fun than participating.
2. I patched things up with Ex-Girlfriend. While this does leave me with a feeling of relief and closure, it was also a sort of difficult thing to do, especially the part where she cried on my shoulder.
3. You were all making out. Again, that's fine (although I am SO fucking sick of girls with boyfriends snogging each other- it's so predictable). However, due to a quandary between Mind, Body and Soul, I could not in good faith join in. (Naturally Body is kicking me for that one at this point.) As well, someone who I really quite like was making out with someone else, and as I viewed this many a time, I got sad.
Plus James and Froggy were there and being all snuggly, and while that was nice in its way jealousy reared its ugly green head and kept me preoccupied.
4. Hoping to find a friendly ear and a shoulder to cry on, I tried talking to Megan on the stairs- a conversation which, by the way, she initiated. She was a bit distracted. I forgave her the first time she grabbed a random passerby and made out with them while I was trying to talk to her, but the second time was a bit too much for me at that point.
5. Due to aforementioned drunken antics I ended up in the bathroom with the let's-get-drunk-and-talk-philosophically-about-every-fucking-thing people, where I talked to Niall about how nothing really matters until he passed out against the wall. Afterwhich I was claimed by a nineteen-year-old named Farmer, who gave me career advice and was a bit too interested in me. While this was somewhat better than being the sick, sober sit-in to the people outside, it was not happy fun time, especially the part where I dropped my pillow into the toilet leakage.
Due to these and other, more private reasons, I was something of a party pooper, and for that I apologize. If it makes it better, I had no fun with me either.
(Although watching Monty Python's Quest For The Holy Grail did help a bit. Especially the part where Niall slammed the DVD case against his forehead and chanted along with the monks.)
Love,
Me
