#NUMBER 137ONEHUNDRED&THIRTYSEVEN
Last night I went to my sixteen thousandth Prom with Diondra. It was nifty. I danced, probably poorly, noticed how obscenely generic most of the dresses were and also noticed how nauseatingly good-looking certain unnamed males were… WHY?!?!?!

Okay, so after the whole prom thing that I have grown over accustomed to, I went home… No, that is a lie. I went and got my drink on, yo! We ditched Mike’s and crew, and went out to the wilderness to get slammed, like all Canadian’s! Sheyeah, Diondra, Nikko, Nicole, Argie, Megan, and other people too all went out to some dude’s cabin. I was drunk within ten minutes, but felt stupid, so I naturally went and found more booze.

Here is the highlight of the night for me. Mason, some boy who I don’t know well… or basically at all, kept asking me to throw him cheetos. So I did, and then he told his girlfriend my name and that I was gay. And then the both did that, “Ohhh!” thing, as though I suddenly made sense. I didn’t enjoy it. I felt like a stereotype. But anywho, that was my nights sob story. I actually wonder if he thought I couldn’t here him. Like, “It’s okay, he’s gay. I hear they have bad hearing...”

We ended up at Megan’s cabin where we slept, and later woke, and ate.

I just dropped Nicole off at her grandparent’s vacant home (two houses down). Needless to point out, it is no longer vacant. I have so many stories to tell, but I am hung over and waiting for my taquitos to finish backing so I can take my accutane and curl up on the mattress in front of the TV in the basement and watch some good ole Indiana Jones. If anyone wants to join me, go for it. Just don’t expect me to move or talk or acknowledge you at all.

Ugggrrrgah!


Also, I have a pocket full of Nicole's fake nails... I am going to photograph them and post them... later... taquitos are done