CarlKillerMiller
Diamond Member
The party starts out okay, but these things (which happen annual) tend to go south very quickly. The appetizers are very good, so I think that this thing could actually be alright! They (13 kids, from age 8 to age 17, (I'm 17)) ask to play some Risk. I feel that this has gotten much better. We go up and start playing Risk. I quickly capture North and South America, because they are terrible at the game. The kid who calls himself "black jesus" (he, like me, is Indian) pushes a ten year old onto the board. The game ends abruptly.
I sit around, hoping that they'll do something sane, like watch a good movie. They start singing the milkshake song. i leave the room. I sit on my computer chair, and read ATOT. They break into 2 other crappy, crappy rap songs. I feel really, really sad.
They come into my room, as I figured, and ask to watch Van Wilder (wow, that movie sucks) on my PS2.I politely agree. I turn toward my computer screen for 30 seconds, then hear yelling behind me. I turn around, and my LOTR, Godfather, and Fight Club dvds are out of their cases and on the floor. Someone asks to borrow my fight club dvd. I decline. I turn back toward the computer and read. My heart goes out to Crab. They spill pepsi on my bed.
That's it for now.
Update:
Well, it's gone from bad to worse. They decided to do the countdown in my room, which, of course, resulted in those fvcking party poppers being shot off everywhere. I now have ~3 pounds of confetti in my room, a bunch of black powder on the floor, and a heavy smell of smoke.
They then proceeded to get a hair-straightening iron, and begin to straighten the hair of the other 17 year old Guy that's here. He turns to me and says "Hah, yeah, you should get in on the fun". I politely responded that if his idea of fun was looking like a fairy, he could take his party to the local boystown. he snickered queerly and called me a loser, at which time I (again, very politely) told him that I'd rather be a loser than a fvcking reject who feels the need to be an attention whore in front of a group of 13 year old girls. Then I politely asked him if he was going to cry.
After that was over, I took a quick dvd inventory and found six of them missing. I don't know where they are and will begin looking.
Cheers.
I sit around, hoping that they'll do something sane, like watch a good movie. They start singing the milkshake song. i leave the room. I sit on my computer chair, and read ATOT. They break into 2 other crappy, crappy rap songs. I feel really, really sad.
They come into my room, as I figured, and ask to watch Van Wilder (wow, that movie sucks) on my PS2.I politely agree. I turn toward my computer screen for 30 seconds, then hear yelling behind me. I turn around, and my LOTR, Godfather, and Fight Club dvds are out of their cases and on the floor. Someone asks to borrow my fight club dvd. I decline. I turn back toward the computer and read. My heart goes out to Crab. They spill pepsi on my bed.
That's it for now.
Update:
Well, it's gone from bad to worse. They decided to do the countdown in my room, which, of course, resulted in those fvcking party poppers being shot off everywhere. I now have ~3 pounds of confetti in my room, a bunch of black powder on the floor, and a heavy smell of smoke.
They then proceeded to get a hair-straightening iron, and begin to straighten the hair of the other 17 year old Guy that's here. He turns to me and says "Hah, yeah, you should get in on the fun". I politely responded that if his idea of fun was looking like a fairy, he could take his party to the local boystown. he snickered queerly and called me a loser, at which time I (again, very politely) told him that I'd rather be a loser than a fvcking reject who feels the need to be an attention whore in front of a group of 13 year old girls. Then I politely asked him if he was going to cry.
After that was over, I took a quick dvd inventory and found six of them missing. I don't know where they are and will begin looking.
Cheers.
