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2003-05-26 11:07:53 ET I don't know quite what to make of this...Lately I've been reading people's livejournals and they're talking about all these awesome parties and clubs that they've gone to the night previous, and I just don't get it. I used to be one of those types who loved a party, got excited before a club because it meant I could party and hang with my friends (who I think I'm drifting away from), and shit, man. I just don't have as much fun as I used to -- at ALL. Ever. Yeah, ofcourse I have a good time now and again, but rarely have a BLAST. 'Cept last night was awesome...my mom and I cooked up HELLA food and sat around watching movies... --SEEE??? IS THAT THE KIND OF FUN I'VE COME TO ENJOY??? AGH! I'm TWENTY TWO, not FIFTY TWO!!! Ugh...I don't even get excited over the prospect of these things anymore. Come on, SHan, where's your inner party animal? I know it's in there somewhere! I can't throw in the towel on partying!! I"M JUST GETTING STARTED!!! I'm sposed to be out drinking every night with the gals....and I'm acting like I'm a fifty year old married woman!! I"VE FORGOTTEN HOW TO HAVE FUN!!!! But it's not too late...I want to go to a club I've never been to before, get so very drunk, dance around like a fool...and have FUN...hrm...I should call my Nes and see what she's up to tonight...kidnappage?? I think so. |
