New Year's Eve

My New Year's Eve was ridiculous. Everything from the planning to my parents driving all the way across the Bay Area to pick me up.

I had mentioned several times to my parents that I planned on going to Jordan's to spend New Year's with her but they either don't listen to me or have that bad of a memory. So when Jordan and I finally planned everything to the T I asked my dad if he was wondering what I was doing that night. He was all, "YEAA!!! What are you up to baby gurl? I think I'm going to drop Max off at the church for his 'Rock-a-Thon' then go to Stockton." I told him that was cool but that I'd need to get a ride to the Bart station around 7ish to meet up with Jordan. I could tell he was pretty sketched about it being New Year's and me on bart during the night. I elaborated and explained all my plans to him. He took a deep breath then told me what I was going to do and that I needed to ask my mom as well. I just stared at him like, "I just busted my ass for a two days making plans to make sure I have a good New Year's and you are now changing them and telling me what I'm going to do. You're fucking stupid and you need to accept the fact that I'm an INDEPENDENT WOMAN!" I was pissed. I walked to my room and said fuck or something. I got on the computer and tried to find someone who was going to the sco earlier in the day so I could chill with them then meet up with Jordan. I said fuck it and took my time getting ready and shiitt. I just danced to "Look At All The Ravers" by Geos. It was so great.

To make a long story short, my dad changed his plans for me about five times that whole day. I told him that he'd meet her mom at Bart when he dropped me off even though that plan was scratched that morning. I get to Civic Center, my mom and I walk to the station and find Jordan. I look at her and ask if we're taking the bus or if her mom is getting us. She looked at me like "uh wtf?" and told me we're taking Golden Gate Transit. I hugged my mom and left. I could tell it was all bad news. I was already flusterred and about to break down from the stress of the whole day and the possible events that could take place later that night. IM SUCHA WORRY BODY!!1 GAWWD!! That's all changing this year though. You betch'r ass it will!

Ok so it took us a good 15 minutes to find the fucking GGT stop when it was right infront of our faces the whole time and I had been on the fucking bus before with Evan and Kristi. We were waiting for the bus when my mom called and told me she needed to talk to me. I knew the whole thing was bothering them but I ignored it and got on the bus. I forgot that I needed to call and my dad called me and he then wanted her last name, mom's name, and address. That's my own fault though. I had every chance to make sure that didn't happen but my lazy ass wanted to dance to scream "LOOK AT ALL DA RAVERS! DA RAVERS! DA RAVEERRSS!!" instead. At the end of the conversation my dad told me to call him once we got to her friend's house and my A.D.D. fucked me over sooooo hard. I completely forgot to call and when they called me back after a couple hours, my speech was already slurred, my feet couldn't walk me in a straight line, and my body wouldn't stand straight. I obviously couldn't talk to them so I just ignored the calls. Big mistake. Big big mistake.

As the night went on I danced and talked to Jordan about how much we needed "our boys" there. Yea, "our boys" pssshhh, I was drunk. I'd never refer to Joe, Dewey, and Evan that way if I was sober. FUCK DAT. But anyways, I eventually looked at my phone when I knew I shouldn't have. I figured I wouldn't be able to read it but I could and then I had a break down. Lololl yea. I freaked out and almsot started crying. I sat in a chair in the corner and said "oh my god" about 50 times over and over again. I was ok after 15 minutes though.

I had a super good time. My goal to have a good New Year's was achieved and I was doin' preeeetty good once we got back to Jordan's. I eventually felt like shit and called my parents. They were pissed. They drove all the way to her house. By that time I had already accepted the fact that what was done was already done and I had no reason to lie. Me getting shit faced wasn't even the problem though. Just the fact that I didn't call to check in got them upset. And my parents don't do the whole "YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" thing that most parents seem to do. They do the "I'm such a horrible parent. I failed at raising you. I don't know what to do. I was so worried. I had an anxiety attack. Neither of us slept. I was so scared." shit that makes me feel like I shouldn't go out ever again. In my opinion, being a kid without any gold medals, trophies, or awards, it's hard to find ways to make your parents proud and when you fuck up cause you just wanted to have a little fun...a "YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" would be ten times better. You know, a parent with some fucking back bone. One that'll be strong for you and you not have to be strong for them. Yea.

Anyways. I'll post the three pictures I took later. I'm in none but they're still fucking funny. :-*


Oh yea, I told my parents that we need to go to family counseling or something and that we really needed some help. We'll see where that goes. HAAAAAAAAAAA