Weee. Went to Taryn's going away party on saturday, though, I felt like I was going to die on saturday morning though. Fucked if I knew why, but it felt as if my head was going to tear off my neck (yes, tear off by itself) and then start to chew me up. I still feel like it will now, but it isn't as... chewy... hehe. I'll talk about the party first, and then my problem later (lol emo). Anyway, I knew the start was going to be Taryn, Reneé, Lala and Nat smoking weed and drinking before most of the people "got" there. Well, it did end up being the case, though I think there was an alternative motive to get me stoned (didn't work though, I win). Right now you are thinking I went there to either get pissed of stoned. Ha! You are so wrong. It's not that I won't get pissed at all, it's just that I'm waiting until I'm 18 to get really smashed, much more fun that way (at least, I think so). And yeah, I just won't take drugs.

In every party scenario I have seen, there is always someone that gets too smashed for their own good and passes out (or vomits). Now normally this is Nat as he gets completely smashed before 7pm, this time it was Chloe (she looks and acts like a man) who was passed out beside Reneé's pool. Now as she started to stumble from inside to where Nat and I were sitting, I was lol'ing really hard by then, and then Chloe trying to walk straight had me going for another few minutes. After I had finished lol'ing, I realised that she didn't look too well, so I sat there and watched just waiting for her for vomit all over herself (she was positioned in such a way that she would vomit and then it would go everywhere but the ground). I've never realised how much fun parties are when you are sitting there laughing at all the drunk ones. Definitely something to do.

I can always tell when people are either, pissed off at me, or just hate me indefinitely as people begin to slowly not talk to you as much as they did. If it's not the talking that would give it away, it would be the sheer neglecting of you (wee, I have jumping perspectives millions of times in those sentences). I can see this at school, as Taryn is leaving, there aren't going to be many people at school that like me. It could be that they don't know me as well as the people I hang around with do (actually, I can see what I said previously in some of my current friends now), or they think I'm a complete ignorant, sadistic, arrogant (only sometimes, and when I'm right), and sarcastic bitch they have ever met. I don't really care if half the school think's I'm a racist fuck, but when my friends (yes, I'm pointing out Terry and his gay girlfriend, Kate) start to think most of this. It hurts. Weee! I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve for the second time in the whole of my life. It may be like this for a while, 'cos Taryn is leaving.