fight for your right to die

so i went to the party...even more miserable than i expected...as well as a bunch more sucky ppl i don't know being there than i expected...but i guess i should have...actually it wasn't too bad as i was able to stay away from most anyone else the whole time (especially a certain couple of ppl)...the best part was relatively early on when i was absolutely alone in the front room and everyone was elsewhere and i just sat there by myself listening to good cds...a little while later Brad got up from a brief stint of lying on the couch and jump kicked the cd player 'cuz he was sick of it skipping and sent it to the floor...one plus was Danny showing up...he's a friend from high school (band, yo!) who i hadn't seen in a while but have recently started seeing at karaokie...so yea...Adam was all sick on the couch on the porch so after a while i spent most of the party time sitting w/ him...watering him and making sure he was aight and whatnot..early on it was a lot of loud obnoxiousness (and sorry to anyone reading this who i may be talking about, but it was REALLY annoying when everyone kept pestering me about drinking...i don't drink, i don't want to drink, bothering me about it only makes me want to drink even less...[my response to something along the lines of "it's her 21st birthday, you HAVE to drink" was "i didn't drink on MY 21st birthday"]) there were also a few disasterous events that weren't related to me...the kind of crap that comes w/ parties...one of many reasons i hate parties...tonight only reinforced it all...Adam regained consciouness toward the end which was cool...i love that man...now for a few miscellaneous thoughts: i don't think i actually hope a certain person dies...but the thought of it is pretty nice...i close again "tomorrow" night...the main sucky thing about it is that i have to miss The Simpsons...but then again, money is good...i certainly need some right now...and i think i'm back to not going to Neil's anymore...i guess there are other places out there where i can sing bad Styx songs and have the girls come flocking to me...and now i'll pick back up a little where i left off on my last post: HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE