man, the party ended up being hell of lame. Only like 4 people were dressed up, and when we got there these guys were wrestling on the front porch.
it was a bad scene all around. A lot of "ARE YOU TALKING TO ME, ASSHOLE!?" I wasn't really scared, I just laughed. And then it turned into this horrible scene where people were totally freaking out for no good reason, which was weird. Everyone was mad at the two guys who were wrestling, and telling them to leave... but they had stopped, and were just standing there talking. This one girl, though... wow. I wanted to punch her right in her bitchy little mouth. If the guys are drunkenly screaming at each other, and then stop, it seems like screaming at them more is a horrible, horrible idea.
I love punk people. I love them.
my favorite:
1: "andy, you're a fuck*ng douchebag. I hate you. You aren't my friend anymore... i come over here, and you kick me out? What am I even doing anymore? fuck you, dude. fuck you."
2: "Yeah, andy! you suck! Fuck you, dude, you're a fuck*ng hippy prick. I hate you, and I hate your friends, I hope you all die."
1: "Dude, WHAT did you just say to my man Andy? Who the fuck do you think you are? FUCK YOU! I can say that shit because he's my friend! GET THE FUCK OUT, ASSHOLE!"
and it just devolved from there. Andy just kind of stood there looking upset the whole time.
my favorite was when he told this one guy (#2) "dude... I didn't invite you. And you aren't my friend."