Daily Updates on my crappy, crappy life. (Its actually really fun!)
So, two days ago we had a thing called the Graduation Dinner. We (Namely; me, the two idiot followers that this blog has( Tara and Firdaus(name changed)), Kirat, Radhika, Desna, Urvashi and other people who kept coming and going) worked really hard for this. And all the names in the brackets are not real. Well, two of them almost died of stress. Both women. Both freakishly scary. I honestly didn't do much, but I was exhausted by the end of it.
So, came the dinner that evening. Pretty decent, they made fun of people. And yes, the pope was there, but we just gave him a corner and a little boy.
Food was good enough. I had to share my food with this girl I know. Bitch asked me to get food for myself, herself and this other bitch. At the end of it all, I had to finish a big pile of food, which in all honesty I can. I am fat. Don't judge me asshole.
Anyway, after the whole thing, we went to the Conti. A conti is a party which continues on after the dinner, thus the name 'CONTInuation' party inclusive of underage, binge drinking, loud music, sluts grinding with horny twelfth graders, cheap food, a smell which resembles a scent produced by cigarette and cigar smoke, urine and Rati ma'am (you don't know her, screw it). Well, I was mostly going there because all of my friends were going (except Kirat (name changed) the rat-fagot) and also because I thought I might get some from some drunk chick. BUT there was NO BOOZE. That didn't bother me, I don't drink or smoke. But I was still disappointed; no drunk women.
Moving on, the party was on a pretty big lawn-ground type thing. Only half of it was being utilized, therefore it looked empty and boring. And it was, boring I mean. And cold. Most women had worn pretty... um, I cant really put this nicely, now can I... um, they were wearing clothes which only covered the important parts, the fun parts. Most of them, at least. Some were decently dressed, while I respect that, I wish I could see more. Any boy would. Hopefully.
Some women looked like they had just jumped out of a giant cake, but without the bunny ears. Half of them were busy pulling their strapless outfits above their hoo-haas. Then began the music, then the provocative dancing by the afore mentioned sluts (boy, if anybody from my school reads this... oh, screw them!) and then entered the twelfthies and then the grinding. But the seniors were disappointed, as I said before; no booze. So the geniuses snuck (I just found out; this is not a word) it in.
First they stored it behind the DJ. Yeah, that is smart. But then some smart idoit thought of storing it in the far, unoccupied corner, where most of them flocked around the vodka or whetever shit they were drinking. Whores.
But this wasn't all, now comes the part where I lost 500 bucks. F#ck! The cops came. We had to bribe the buggers. Priyanka (name changed) came to the table where I was sitting along with The B.H.A.L.L.A, Nick and others. She asked for money and for some reason I didn't understand completely thn, I just reached out into my wallet and handed her the five-C note. F#ck! But, then I thought about it. And realized, I am not rich, I am giver. F#ck you!
I left an hour after the cops. The day sucked ass. The dinner was not worth the effort I and the others (I know it should be others and I but screw you) put into it. The conti wasn't worth my money. F#ck!
Anyway, I'll see you when am passing out 500 bills to anyone who asks me for it.
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