LJ sucks now. Here you go. Not true Hipster Brigade material but I will embellish later.

So last night was probably the most fun and confusing night in my life. Maybe fun is a bad word to describe it. It was awful at first. I basically had only gone to the party to see Skyler. And Geerah. Oh, and the others. But mostly Skyler because I never see him. Geerah's parties are always really hard for me because Geerah is mingling and I'm all anti-mingle. Plus, this year was the first year my parents came.

So, basically I was dubbing myself outcaste and sitting myself out in the corner of the lobby in the hotel writing in my journal. This was probably not a good reaction to have to a party. But it happens every year.

I had one thing I wanted to do on New Year's and that was to get drunk. I accoplished it. Wow. Champagne packs a punch.

Things happened. As in making out. 7-11. Crying. Wanting more booze. Wanting condoms. Wanting a car. Wanting to leave the party. Frustration. Bad choices. Breaking down a door in the suite we had. Hehe. Loads of roaming. Being cold. Spooning. Hitting on a 15 year old. Hitting on everyone. Hitting on a cute guy in the elevator that introduced himself. HI PATRICK!

I don't want to go back to Boston. I don't want to go back anywhere. Does Punk Planet hire non-punks? I hope so. I'm obsessed.

Perhaps more into this when I have more time. This is not the time. This is spy time! 
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