Monday, December 22, 2008

I Must Confess, I'm In Love With My Own Sins

listening to: America's Suitehearts-Fall Out Boy writing: um..the baby story. icon of the day: Cassie's Comment Corner: jenny: i thought you did leave brendon in the car! we all know that yesterday was better for me. the car was amazing!!! totally my background for the comp. my holiday icons can never please yooooooouuuuu! *dies* emily: i still have jenny check my myspace for me so, i keep up on the tru fax. yoji: well, lucky for him that he won't remember the suckage. he sounds so cute though. yaoi snowmen is like the best idea ever, except for like, band guy snowmen. angel z: i do like the card, but i can't read what it says because it won't get larger for me -_- but i drink responsibly...most of the time. So, my real birthday sucked but the day after didn't. My dad showed up first and gave me a lovely card with ten bucks in it. Then the door opened and I thought it was Taylor and Paul but it winded up being my old friends Nate and Matt. They had actually come to see my brother but he wasn't home. [he had went to another hockey game with a girl from his school.] So, I was like 'Do you guys know what yesterday was?' and Nate was like, 'Your birthday.' We've been friends long enough for him to remember. He didn't have anything to give me so, he and Matt gave me fourty cents. While they were there Taylor and Paul called me and told me that they were on their way to my house. Then my friend Greg called me and he wanted to talk to my brother. I told Greg that Timmy wasn't home but he knew it was my birthday and I asked if he wanted to come over. He said yeah and he wanted Nate and Matt to bring him out. Taylor and Paul arrived after I got off the phone with Greg and Paul was carrying a huge plate of cupcakes. I had forgotten that Taylor said that she'd make me cupcakes but holy crap, she made me enough to spell out 'Happy 20th birthday Cassie.' Paul ate a cupcake before they even got to my house and Nate ate a cupcake and some of my cake. Oh yeah, my mom made me a cake, half chocolate and half white with candybars inside. I got to decorate it myself which was quite a ordeal because my brother kept making me laugh and making me shake the icing. So, than Nate and Matt hung around a bit longer and they decided to go, I told them to come back if they wanted. My mom and dad left to go to my grandma's for a minute and we had to wait for them to get back before we could buy any alcohol. Greg called me back numerous times and told me that Nate and Matt ditched him, he still wanted to come see me so, he said he'd pay my mom to come get him. The thing about Greg is that I met him when I was like, thirtheen and he was eleven. So, we've been friends for so long that when he was hanging up he was like, 'I love you' and I said it back and than Taylor went on this huge tangent about being determined to hook us up tonight. Taylor also said that I was good at flirting. So, my parents got back and we ended up making a list of alcohol we wanted and we all chipped in cash to pay for it. Taylor and I got vodka and orange juice and these watermelon vodka things that were awesomily delicious. Paul got captain morgan and cherry coke. Greg called me numerous more times. When the alcohol was acquired we decided to play a drinking game that Paul knew called Mui, Mui, Moose. It's basically the fastest game to play to get you wasted. If you flip a black card you have to drink for however many numbers that's on the card. You get a red card and you have to pick someone else to drink that number on the card. Jack's you have to lick and stick them on your forehead and if you knock it off you drink. Fucking Paul kept knocking my Jack off and he licked one and stuck it on my face. I wanted to puke. King's were where you got to make rules and Paul made rules that we couldn't laugh or swear. Taylor and I kept breaking them which is probably why we got so messed up. In the end, Taylor was wasted after one cup of O.J and vodka and she ended up puking in our trashcan. Taylor also has heart problems and her chest started hurting so, she went to lay down in my brothers bed. My mom left to get Greg and Paul went to lay with Taylor for a moment to make her feel better. Greg got here and then Taylor wanted to go home but Paul didn't and they almost left but we convinced her to stay. So, they stayed and we started drinking again. Greg got me a present, a little box of chocolates and we played the card game 'Bullshit' and kept drinking and Greg recently broke up with his girlfriend so, Taylor is all like, "Cassie needs a birthday kiss." And I was like "Greg doesn't think I'm pretty." And he's all like, "You're really pretty." And so, then we kissed. Which wasn't all that great, just a warm slide of lips. I ended up kissing Taylor that night too, but that was more to share lipgloss. We all kept steadily drinking [not Taylor] Greg did his chinese resturant owner impression and Taylor and I laughed our asses off. We listened to a lot of music and ended up playing one more round of the card game. During said card game Paul spilled a drink all over me and I threw water at him and he broke a cup. Game was over after that so, Paul and I changed clothes and he was the drunkest out of everyone. He ended up passing out on my brother's bed and we watched a movie in there and used Paul as a pillow. Taylor fell asleep next and then Greg and I were awake and I was laying on his chest and I guess I must've fallen asleep too because I woke up to my mom telling me to go to bed. Greg said we fell asleep at the same time and he ended up going back to sleep on the couch. In the end I had roughly around ten drinks not to mention the sips of Greg's and Paul's that I took. I didn't sleep well, not at all and around nine in the morning my stomach was killing me and I ended up throwing up. It hurt so much. I swear to go I was wrecked like, I had never been before. I had thrown up earlier too, in the trashcan with Taylor holding my hair for me. Cause that's what girl's do. I couldn't sleep and I threw up a few more times. I tore my throat up because I was basically puking liquid and acid and shit and dryheaving a lot and I was like HOLY SHIT I THINK I'M DYING!!!!! Taylor and Paul left at like ten-thirty in the morning an Greg didn't have to go home till noon. I ended up calling Jenny because I couldn't sleep and I talked to her for almost an hour. I was supposed to babysit for my dad that afternoon but I called him and told him that I couldn't do it. I did go back to sleep after that and my mom took Greg home. I didn't get up till around three and I still felt like shit, but I took a shower and ate and I felt better. My dad brought my brother home and he told me that he did some lewd things with a rather young girl, not like pedophile young but you get my drift. Greg called me later and he was like "I just wanted to check on you and tell you that I was sorry about not saying goodbye when I left." I was like "Whatever. No biggie." But seriously, I don't think I'm going to drink again for awhile because ugh, so much pain. Straightedge Krissy doesn't approve? xoxo Cassie

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