Tonight I went to a party and was uncomfortable and sweaty and my head hurt and I was hungry and it was loud and the alcohol was warm and the people were strangers and I never wanted to go home so bad.

One of Sam's friends left with me so I wouldn't get gang banged on the train. I'm home now, in my Cartman PJs, bundled up under a blanket, eating generic mac and cheese, drinking peach tea and watching Katt Williams and I'm sosososo content.


I'm tired of trying to party and failing miserably. I don't get anything out of it, really. I don't like drinking and I don't like being in a loud area unless it's actually a band playing and not some shitty playlist crackily blaring from a laptop. And I especially don't like strangers. I'm kind of tired of trying to explain myself to new people. "Oh, I know I called you ugly and stupid a minute ago but you see, there's this thing called sarcasm..."

I don't know if I'm ranting or not, I guess I'm just trying to tell myself that it's okay not to feed into the whole "LAWL I'M IN COLLEGE LET'S PARTY!!!!!!!!" Yeah, I definitely choose pajamas and Katt Williams over a hangover.