After finding someone to cover my shift at the local grocery store, where I work, I was able to go to two parties. I was kinda ticked at having to find someone to cover my shift because there was this guapo guy that I rarely work with but I wish he worked more. He's really nice and talks to me, but I have a feeling he's straight. :(
Anywho, I went to a friends surprise party at Max & Erma's and had a good time. Then I went to this party about 30 miles away in Lebanon, Indiana. Now, this party was going to start at 9 o'clock, and me, being the loser that I am on an otherwise uneventful Friday night, planned to arrive at 9. I got there around 9:13 and though I hadn't been to this guys house before, I was able to find it peachy keen. So I go to pull in the driveway and no one's there. I pull out and continue on down the road trying to waste some time so that the party planners could arrive. An hour and a half later, I go back to the guys house and find people there. After an array of unfortunate mishaps, I have a Smirnoff Ice head home.
Let me explain my thoughts on underage drinking. I'm fine with underagers (21 here in the prohibitionist US) drinking, as long as they don't do it to excess. I know that I don't have to be wasted/trashed/pissed to enjoy life. It's all in moderation.
I pull into a gas station (to fill up my gas tank for 17 cents cheaper than normal) and notice that my slightly raised blood alcohol content and exhaustion were ganging up and trying to sieze control of my consciousness. I had only had one drink so my conscioiusness was very slightly off kilter. That means I could feel that I was out of my element but didn't affect me at all.
I made it home fine at 12:30 and crawled into bed.
At around 11:30 my dad comes in and wakes me up, which really gets my goat. Why would you decided to wake someone up on a weekend, much less a teenager who doesn't get much sleep during the week but should. It astounds me how he thinks that I'm sleeping in for the hell of it. When I sleep, I do so because my body needs it. I don't need my father to control my sleeping cycle. Bah.
Sorry if I confused you with the random transitions.
::UPDATE:: I just went outside and it is absolutely gorgeous outside. It's 60