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Alright, I want to write a lot again, so here I go.
Friday:
School was fine. Tutoring went well, I charge $10/hr. now, and it's tutoring in French, not math. Chouette !
I gave my $10 to Denny so I didn't feel like a mooch this time. I drank more than last time, but definitely didn't go crazy. About three hard lemonades and two beers, so I got a nice buzz and a bit tipsy, but I stopped there and sobered up through the early morning. I'd never drunk enough to feel it before, and it was...weird. I really like the warm feeling, but I hate how anything that tastes good takes a shitload to feel it. I got to that everything-is-funny thing, which was great. I had my mind about me and could act sober if needed, which I found interesting. I tried to mentally document a lot, an obvious indicator that I didn't drink nearly as much as most there. I tried walking a straight line, which I could mostly do, but if a police officer was watching he'd have to be retarded to think I hadn't drunk anything. Talking was the most impaired, by far. I stumbled over everything and sounded much more drunk than I felt. Frustrating. Apparently when I asked Denny "Was your dad angry with you earlier?" I actually said "Was Dad earlier?", so wow. (Note: Denny's dad is who lets us have these parties. His rationale: We're gonna drink anyway, so he governs our stupid asses.  )
Jonny went hog wild and played beer pong (stupid-ass game, imho; beer's bad enough when it isn't stale and filled with shit). He ended up puking. Beautiful. I was afraid he'd have a major hangover or something the next day, blow it, his parents find out and tell mine. Instead, we're all good.
I didn't smoke anything, but gods was I tempted this time. It smells too good.
Alright, enough of my teenager stupidity. Time for YAYGAY time.
Fucking crushes. Alright, whether or not I've said it, I'm not 100% over Caleb, yet I'm 150% over Josh. WAT. Either way, I recently discovered how much I like...Denny. Cute lil fucker and extremely sweet.
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(Note: Alright, I kinda ended up writing out a whole drama.)
Sarena and he were the cutest couple ever, and she broke up with him. He was devastated. She came to the party (they broke up quite a while ago and are "friends?") and got drunk off her ASS. Crawling up stairs druuuunk. Gah. So Denny helps her into the bathroom like a gentleman. Then she turns around and flirts with Dual! (He's a guy a year older than me that I tutored in math last year; Yes, we DO have an awkward relationship at these parties.) He's pretty drunk by that point, so he starts flirting with Tabatha. She's new as of middle-last-semester, and I thought that she was bi and all for Kelsey. Apparently one isn't enough, though, and she flirts back. They end up making out in a chair downstairs. (Then again, Kelsey had temporarily left the party at that point...)
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Anyway, so this awesome guy (who, of course, is 18 because fuck liking someone my own age) is quite certainly straight. We're on good terms (though he'd only know that I'm gay through the grapevine), so I'm not going to be a dick or anything. Admire from afar. It feels very different actually talking to a crush (in a non-crush way, of course) every day. I STILL haven't said a word to Caleb, and I think I'd like to keep it that way. I'm getting over him...though I still have that gut-reaction "jump" when I see his truck at Starbucks. Blaaarrg. Of course there's also Sean in Precal, but for some reason that's different. I think it's because from a distance I feel a dislike for his personality. Caleb...well, he's related to, and gets along with, Laura, a good friend of mine. Their banter, from Laura's stories, is hilarious. So...she's unknowingly facilitating a continuing gay crush on her cousin. Ha!
Anyway, so all through that drama (my mental one and Denny's), there's also an Ellen drama. She's another friend (have I ever name-dropped so much in one entry?) who was flirty with one guy last party. Brandon, by name. She fell abruptly out of that crush and right into Denny. Well, this is where the complication comes in. See, the Tabatha/Denny thing happened after midnight, which is when Ellen left. (She's sXe, yo! Alright, not really, but she doesn't drink any more for medical reasons.) Ellen is a sly bitch (love her) and talked to Denny, who apparently likes her back. They arranged for her to get there at 5:30 and for the party to start at 7:00. Nice, eh? Well, Brandon shows up at 5:30, not to be a bastard, but because he loves to drink and smoke. A lot. He calls up the whole fucking party and ruins Ellen's fun. I get there at 7:30 and almost everything except the beer is gone. I sneaked some of the last hard lemonades.  (Also, no I did not drive. I didn't trust myself. Jonny's dad brought us and my dad took us back home.)
Anyway, so that's most of Friday.
I slept against my bag in Denny's (*coughcough*awesome-smelling*ahemcough*) room. (With Slaw, Jonny, and Marshall in addition to Denny and myself.  Otherwise I would have converted his drunk ass to the dark side.  ) I woke up with a nearly broken neck. hahaha.
Saturday morning Slaw made 12 eggs and three boxes of bacon for those damn hungry teens. This is why almost everyone gave Denny $10-$25. Hahah
That day was uneventful, watched Spaceballs (LOVE) and Planet 51 (surprisingly good).
Sunday started off as shit with church, etc., but improved. Went to Alice in 3D, ROCKED.
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