"And aren’t you just a regular party animal?"

The party was… entertaining. I got there around 21:00, then proceeded to bake brownies when no one wanted to make them, yet everyone wanted them. I won’t tell anyone that I accidentally dropped an itty-bitty piece of egg-shell in it. Consider it a preemptive strike against all the bitching about the 55 minute bake time. Like I wrote the fucking directions.

Some folks drank a little, some folks drank a lot. A bunch of us drank not at all. Although beer was offered to everyone, no one under age drank, which I found cool. Nor did my ride, which I found hella cool, ‘cuz all the girls on my floor had gone to a different party, and I would surely have been walking my ass home. I’ll have to make contingency plans for that next time.

I was only mildly nervous going in, as I knew most of the people there, and I knew I would be left alone, for the most part. People hassling me in party situations brings out the nervousness and panic, and thus the anger and violence and leaving. Never a good situation. Other than fixing the brownies, I pretty much focused on that ever-so-essential job of holding up the walls that someone at parties must dedicate their time to. There was plenty of gansta rap, plenty of popular rap (meaning radio stuff I was familiar with), and some “oldies”. Given that the oldest person there was about 22, oldies consisted of Babyface and other stuff from the late 80’s. The host kept joking that all us freshmen “didn’t know nothing ’bout this.” Negro, please. I can sing along just as well as you can, and I still remember where I was when I listened to these songs the first time. So what if I was only four or five years old? You weren’t that much older.

People played Taboo, dominoes, and several card games. No one really danced, although a couple of the guys kept getting asked if they could do some dance called the chicken-something-or-other. They claimed they couldn’t, but would do it when they thought no one was looking. Except I was, of course.

One guy came in with his own beer, a long case of Bud that, silly me, I thought was simply a contribution to the party. Uh-uh. Said guy proceeded to drink beer after beer, participating little in the activities, and just sort of went into this slurry, shit-faced stupor in a chair after about an hour and a half of straight drinking. When I drew attention to him by asking The Other One if he was going to be driving home, she laughed, coaxed him out of the chair, and drove him home. It was kinda sad, ‘cuz I was gonna talk to him a little bit before he started drinking, but the smell of beer is enough to turn my stomach. He was probably the most inebriated, and although the other host drank straight through the night, I didn’t notice any particular attitude changes other than an increased tendency to space out. Thank goodness he lived there, though.

I spent the evening watching the proceedings, not feeling much of an urge to even jump in, although I could have whooped some ass in Spades. But not in poker. Never in poker. A strip poker incident in a corner of a building of my high school (before the cameras were installed) in the tenth grade taught me that, officially, I suck ass at poker. It was such a miracle that we didn’t get caught.

Anyway, I managed not to ask if I could steal someone’s computer, although The Other One was one of the recipients of a PocketPC for use at Rose, which I found pretty interesting. I’m a Palm girl, myself, though. I like my shit to be able to run for more than three hours with a backlight on, thankyouverymuch. My laptop does better than that. I will admit Microsoft Reader is a nice piece of software, however. But that’s all I’ll admit.

Around 23:00, I stole a chair (the first time I’d sat down that evening–I can’t just walk into someone else’s “space” and make myself at home. I don’t usually want people doing it to me, and I most definitely won’t do it to them, even if they think I’m weird. That’s the hardest part about dorm life for me: people just walking in and sitting on my bed and looking over my shoulder at my computer screen and shit. I’ve put up enough “keep out of my shit, or at least ask before entering” signs with attitude that this is slowing, but still…). I then proceeded to fall asleep. What? It was the most comfy computer chair I’ve ever been in, I’d been awake since 05:45 that morning, and my muscles were aching from my two hour walk that morning. They laughed at me, but let me be for the most part.

Sometime after midnight, I was roused and we went home. The girls on my floor were still gone to a sorority party, so I just blasted my new A Perfect Circle CD. Okay, well, one song on it. On repeat. I suspect I’ll be there for a while. I went to bed around 01:30 with full intentions of getting up at 05:45 for another walk. Um, yeah, right. That alarm went off and I about snatched the plug out of the wall to turn it off quickly. I then crawled back into my warm, comfy bed and snored some more.

[Listening to: Blue – A Perfect Circle – Thirteenth Step (04:14)]