its the most wonderful time of the year

yeah.. the seniors are graduating... its that time again.

I'm obviously talking about grad parties... in which are erupting throughout the entire week... because 'they're finally done' and 'its time to party'. I've been.. tonight actually.. to one. Last year it was my turn and i loved it. I had a blast and thought it was amazing... making out.. getting drunk off beer and running around taking pictures with everyone in hopes to have them posted tomorrow on the Internet to find the perfect 'profile pic'. Tonight was lame. the music was bad... the dancers were drunk and ugly.. the clothes was pretty bad too.. what the eff is up with all the American Eagle shit.... man.. totally overrated. Swear, if i see one more AE sweater on an effing youngin. Don't they wear anything else... i mean, i know we're from a hella small place but eff, our mall has more stores. Every second girl is wearing the same sweater in a different color. Nobody has a personal style, except for me of course, and they make fun of those who do because they haven't the money to create their own.
Normally I'm not this angry... or mean spirited. I mean, it was nice.. seen people i haven't seen in awhile and those who I'd rather never see again.. ---oh! and its so funny how you pretend to be nice to those you hate so much. I'm almost positive they're pretending to me nice to me as well... because I'm sure they've got some kinda intuition.... in which is telling them that i cant stand their shoes and the fuck the eff off.
Then there are those who feel the need to get their party on... they over drink act lame and ignore those who are their friends in order to talk to those who only want to talk to them for the chance to get a free beer... or ride? aha.
Point is... its the time of year that I've already lived and i feel that's I'm reliving it and its not as amazing as it once was. I was invited to prom again this year. I got all the necessities.. white blazer in which i had to get tailored... cute shoes, black pants and a semi-tailored black shirt... button vest and skinny white tie.. i like getting dressed up though.. that makes me gay.
When i come to think of it.. i don't even know why i am writing about this.. but I'm guessing its because its 1:30AM and I've just come back from a party that sucked pencil dick. Im home on summer break from university and i only start work Sunday... I've been home for close to two months now... so yeah, I'm going insane.
I go to university in a hella small town not much bigger than my home town... i hate it. people are lame and i feel as if i don't give them the chance... or that i don't want to anymore.
friends will make you waste money and talk trash behind your back... you might as well stay home and buy designer sunglasses off eBay.. at least you'll look cute and avoid drama.
I'm also cranky because i had pizza tonight.. and non diet pop... which makes me feel guilty and angry at the world.. plus there's a pint of vodka in me.. in which adds to the 'tude.
I need to stop eating junk.. i need to commit to my lifestyle change and blah.
Tonight some proactive-in need-face made fun of my white skinny jeans and Ben Sherman bag at the tavern... this guy from a hunting background who get moose license to hunt... that also added to my insanely bad mood.... such a loser of a kid... also wearing AE.. go figure.
i think sleep can cure me... its all I've got. I don't wanna complain anymore and Will and Grace is over so there isn't much else to look forwards to.
Hopefully the morning will work out.
the thought of morning coffee already makes me better.

Kay, I'm off.. first post bitches... i cant wait to give this blogging thing a try.