20.11.09 (3:48)
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Rock the Party.
i'm crazy. it seems i just neeeeed to feel bad from time to time, even if there's no reason for that. for example now i'm not quite sure if daniel's friends weren't laughin' at me. but why should they? shouldn't they just be grateful that i make their friend happy?
but.. umm.. maybe i start from the beginning. btw. what a stupid expression - it's impossible to start from any other part. i don't get people sense of humour.
so. i woke up at 9 a.m. cause i wanted to call brenda and go with her to do some party shoppin'. i don't like her, she turns up her nose only because she's older than me and gin and she thinks that girls in our age... blah blah blah. but i have to admit that she knows adult style which was needed last week.
and it was a good move. of course, she had to preach like always that finally i found out that i should do somethin' with those bitchy skirts and my slut nails and so on, and so on. i was trying to ignore those things cause i knew i had to focus on my new look for one night.
sydney michelle. have you ever heard about that shop? me neither. i'm too young and i felt little awkward but - i've found the dress. black one. black always works. especially if you go around men and this black dress is really... i mean really really tight.
i didn't had to buy new shoes or purse so we just dropped for a coffee somewhere - i paid - and i had to come back and get ready. i don't need any help with make-up or hair. i think i'm simply talented. maybe i will work as a make-up artist and i will meet some celebrities? ;))
at 8 p.m. daniel knocked on my door, didn't say a word about my dress, just kiss me and we drove to the place where the party was taking place.
it was an old, big house with three funny signs above the door. daniel said welcome in blahblahblahblamma - or, to be honest, i understood this name like that. who cares about the official name, the important one was my bf's friends party, wasn't it?
from the outside we only heard some loud basses and someone screaming. i asked daniel what's wrong but he laughed and explained that it only means that tiger is already there.
tiger. cool. so they couldn't be so nerdy, could they? i think it's impossible for guy with glasses to have nick tiger. there had to be sth, you know, nasty or wild in him.
but i just wanted to check, no moves, i had daniel.
inside the house was still old. some columns, high stairs, wooden furnitures. luckily they had to have some good electronics, cause these basses were hard to stand if you were inside.
max came first, daniel introduced me - as his gf :D - and max just whistled. oh and said sth like:
angie? like this rolling stones song?
- those old freaky grandpas who covered brit?
ehr.. yeah. they also wrote a song about brad pitt's lady.
he looked at daniel with some kind of pity - probably jealous, but i told you, i always see the worst - and he left us.
daniel didn't say a word, just caught my ass and we went to the kitchen to get some beer and talk with people who were sitting there. diane, axel, mark, leo and sharon. as i remember.
diane and sharon took a look at my dress then looked at each other and left the kitchen. i don't know, why we, girls, have to be jealous and also have to show it? i can understand that someone can't afford to buy anything more than pair of jeans and t-shirts but they should try to hide it under really cool accessories. and seriously, you should go to hair-dresser before the party. and make some out of the ordinary make up. i barely recognize that they had any formation. daah?
axel, leo and daniel welcomed in their guys way with some funny hands moves and then my turn came. leo was rude, he said
hi sister
first - i'm not his sister. second - i know i'm younger but it doesn't give him right to... oh, nvm. i just understood that he won't be my friend.
axel was nicer.
ohhhhh... angie. like angelina jolie?
yep, like. but much younger. i'm more like megan fox, axel.
wow, fox.. foxy. oh, foxy lady. ...
... and he pretended that he plays on guitar. why? i donno. they were weird. but they were my bf's friends so i had to like them. this is relationship law.
so, daniel, motherfucker, have you got any firers to help your foxy accommodate?
i just remember that he hadn't but they found someone who had. a lot of. i woke up next day lying on the porch. with daniel lying close to me.
when he realized that i'm awake he told me to wait for him, brought my clothes from i donno where, told me to wear them in hurry cause we have to leave immediately.
when i asked why we are not going to say goodbye to his friends, he just snarled that i wouldn't want to, that i should shut up and go.
i was surprised but not angry, i know how people can act with hangovers - they are not always nice cause they don't feel nice.
but i am angry now. on monday he called me to say that he had to go for a week and the half to see his grandparents, cause they're ill.
well, i know it's very kind but seriously - do they need him for whole week? i need him more. they know him since he was a kid so i should be more important.
i'll let you know, diary, how this grandparents trip went. after monday, of course.
let's be in touch,
your angi∋