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2002-01-01
10:15 a.m.

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well woooooohooooooo. party hardy. happy new years! i am so crashed from last night. i went to two parties and i have a big long story to tell, one party at a time.

my first party was way out in the woods somewhere. basicaly i just stood outside and froze my butt off in my peacoat. we lit a big bonfire, which had in it a life-size replica of osama bin laden, complete with a copy of newsweek magazine cradled in his arm, which we also burned. i took pictures. it was just absolutely wonderful.

so i blew that joint and drove to heather and mandy's apartment. it had one of those little access gates which was impossible to get into so i had to drive in through the exit gate. oh well, i got in. so we party there until two in the morning. my mom left around one o'clock so i just spent the night over there. oooooh my gooooood. mandy decided that i needed to learn how to salsa dance. let me tell you something about me and salsa dancing: DO NOT go together. i am not a salsa-dancing type person. i am a ballet-dancing, yoga-doing, rock-climbing, play-performing girl. not a salsa-dancing girl. but she eventually got me to do it. they took pictures of that, too. when kevin left, he was like, "go girl. you dance well." riiiiiight. i made a complete ass of myself. they were all amazed that me and helen, at only thiteen and fifteen years old, had seen requiem for a dream. they all had a cow and were like "look at these badasses!!" it was cool. so everybody left, and it was just me, helen, mandy, and heather. mandy told me and helen to get her address book out of her car, so i jokingly said, "let's steal the car!!" but helen is so literal. she jumped in and we took off. we were screaming, "fuck! fuck!" the whole time because we thought we would crash. i mean, we would round a corner and she would say, "shit! it's a trash can!!" that kind of stuff. but we made it back alive.

i spent the night there last night and i just got back. i didn't go to sleep at all. but i did have two glasses of white zifandel and a glass of pink champagne so maybe that let me have a little deeper sleep. i'd like to think so. i'm a little crashed and halfway-drunk now so i'm gonna go, okay?

© alexa

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