03/01/2010

You’re DIABOLICAL Dismas!!!

Yup, that’s what you are… Do you even know how many girls there were in the party? And most of them were wearing a crop top that was black. And what’s worse, none of them were from my friend list either! I mean half of them were girls the guys brought along as dates. I didn’t have the slightest of chances in finding out your identity.

Anyway, I hope you were there. I mean I can never be sure unless I hear from you right? I was surprised when I saw an entry by you today in class when I opened the diary to chip in my own entry. I just had a great time this year so I thought it should be the first thing I should do as soon as I get the diary as the memory will be still fresh.

So back to the birthday bash. I told you it was great right? Well it was amazing! I mean I didn’t know that there would be so much of crazy going on. I’m so glad Mom and Dad won’t be back from their trip to the Bahamas till next week. So glad I convinced them to make their anniversary trip and not worry about my birthday. It sure as hell was worth it!

Okay, let me recount the events through my eyes… A little behind the scenes action if you’re interested. Well, even if you aren’t I’m writing it down and there’s nothing you can do about it! Bwahahahaha… *Devilish Laughter*

Alright, I’m not really proud of chipping in the laughter thing but again, you can’t do anything about it. God is it hard keeping down the temptation of repeating the laughter! Anyway, I guess I should probably start with the morning of December the 31st.

So I woke up like shit early. 4:30 a.m. to be precise. I knew my Dad and Mom would be about halfway on their journey to the Bahamas. It was an awesome start to the day and I had the whole place all to myself. Why awesome? No parents meant I didn’t have to worry about keeping it down anymore!

The speakers blasted Linkin Park and Eminem as I brushed and bathed. This was going to be totally different from the 17 years I’ve lived so far. This was going to be the party of the century for sure. I remember how I even sang along the new guy Justin Bieber’s One Less Lonely Girl. Don’t ask me why… I just did!

So that was how I started off my morning with the rest of it spent making calls. Yeah. I had to call in a lot of favors. Disco balls, LEDs, Beer, Vodka, Tequila, Whiskey, Hookah… the list was pretty long. In the afternoon, I even cleaned the pool and filled it up. By evening most of the guys and girls had started coming in.

You know the part I enjoyed the most was being thrown off the roof and into the pool. I guess I should mention somewhere here that it should not be tried at home. Not saying I’m a professional roof diver or anything. I mean, in my case I had no choice. What would you do if your jock friends just grab you and flip you off from the top of your house? You have no choice but to fall right?

And that’s what I did. I’m no masochist but it was an exhilarating feeling. Kind of like I was flying. And then BAM!!! I hit the water. It sure hurt like hell as the music drowned and the lights faded out for a minute but when I swam up back to the surface, I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear knowing that this year, I wasn’t alone. Well the cheering I got from the ladies at the pool side helped too.

The house looked amazing with all those lights. Pays to have nerdy friends but then again, I’ve already mentioned it. The rest of the night was all booze, music, dancing etc. I recall how the guys literally bathed me in beer. I had just hit legal age so it was expected.

I might’ve literally danced with every girl that came. I remember there was this girl with tattoos all over her, she kind of grossed me out, but I was drunk so I did the waltz with her. Yup, waltz with a Gothic chick too… Now that’s what I would like to call an achievement! I remember there was some kiss action but I’m pretty sure it was my buddy Jonathan kissing her from over my shoulder.

I don’t remember much about the party because once someone was through the hangover I had the next day, I’m not sure he or she will be capable of remembering much. I do wish I knew about your arrival beforehand. You know so I could do something about it. Like be sober or something.

Well, there’s always next time. By the way, I’ll write the story this week maybe. The one you requested. It’s the first time I’ll be writing something on a request so I’m not sure if it’ll come out alright or not. Hope it does. And I hope you enjoy it. By the way, did you enjoy at the party? I hope you did. And I hope I didn’t do the chicken dance with you because I did it with some girl alright.

If you remember who that was, would you mind telling me about it? I believe I did a mean chicken dance but I kind of stepped on her shoe once. Should probably apologize for that. And also to Stacey for puking on her. Well, I guess I’d rather not. It’s not like I like her anyway. Well, talk to you soon. Let me know if you like the story or not once I pen it down. And feel free to write if you sneak off with my diary early.