Sometimes my boyfriend and my "friends" are the biggest assholes. Especially right now. While we should all be enjoying ourselves, ringing in the New Year 'n all, I feel like a piece of shit... because they're all asshats, namely. The evening started off shitty as piss when my dad hit a deer - and didn't kill it - when we were on our way to Sheetz (I asked him to go) and then, when getting out of the car to go into Sheetz, I dropped my awesome Christmas present from Gino and his family, an HD Zune, and cracked the screen in two places. I cried for a long time about both things, in the car and at Gino's place. Gino's mom said she's going to try to see if she can get the Zune replaced and my dad told my mom to call 911 so they can put the poor deer out of its misery... Despite the reassurance that none of it's my fault and that everything will be okay, I don't believe it. Oh, I never mentioned why Gino and my friends are a-holes... Well, when they drink a lot and, hence, get drunk, they are annoying as fuck. Yes, even Gino, but not as much as the others. To further create annoyance, Tyler brought pot over and tried to get everyone to light up with him. On their second escape outside, they had to open the garage. Tyler, Lauren, Torren, and Gio all went out to do it. Obviously, when she heard the garage door open, Gino's mom came down to see who opened it. She peeked out and asked those of us who were sitting around the bar - me, Mario, Gino, Nick, and Jason - what they were doing. I motioned with my hand what they were doing and she got the hint. She didn't say anything to them, but she peeked out and saw them. When she came back into the basement, she said something about how I'd said what they were doing and Gino raised his voice at me and mumbled under his breath, "Fucking idiot." I wanted to cry, but held off and decided to write my first entry on here instead.
I've been feeling really sick for a while, be it hunger or the alcohol hitting me the wrong way. I also feel kind of tired and headache-y. I just want to go upstairs, put on my jammies, and curl up under the covers on Gino's bed. But I know if I do, Gino will inevitable come up to investigate and then he'll try to talk to me and I won't want to and I'll get mad. Venting like this makes me feel a LITTLE less pissed, but not too much... Gino just came over to try and apologize and see what I'm doing, but I won't have any of it. I want him to leave me the fuck alone and he just doesn't get it. He doesn't get that sometimes I just need space. Now Mario, Nick, and Torren are bugging the cat and as a result he's scratching people. DUH, assholes, if you fuck with a cat, he'll scratch.
Morning can't come soon enough. I want to go to Eat 'n Park or Kings or wherever the hell we're going when we all wake up in the AM. Some wonderful fucking start to the New Year, eh?