The game blew. Well, not the game itself, but as a spectator surrounded by people, I can officially say that people... well... SUCK.

Luckily Douchebag #3, aka ex of hell, didn't show up. But Douchebag #1 and #2 showed up. Now, normally I wouldn't have a problem with #1, if he didn't blow me off without so much of a by-your-leave.

Ugh.

And then #2 speaks to me and smirks, which scares the SHIT out of me providing what he has done in the past. So finally, I walk over to my best friend's house, because for some reason I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. Kill me, please. We talked, I discovered something shocking. It was pretty much a sucky night. If Douchebag #3 showed up, I probably would have gone on a rampaging killing spree. You walk in front of me? You say hi to my pretty, new shotgun.

Works for me.

The dance was great though. Grinding with girls? Getting your date out of his paranoid bubble? Kicking random people? That's my idea of a fun night. Of course, it helps I was pumped up on dragonfruit and XXX vitamin water, but ya know. Small obsessions like that tend to save me. And my dress was HOT. Especially with my new haircut? Go me. Jen and Will, you rocketh my socks off.

Even though my friend scared us all when she got a stomach problem (again) that she suffered last year. Had to go to the hospital. But this year? Oh, she's faking. Just to be a drama bitch.

But I digress. It was a fun enough night without it.

I found a new band today. I'm gonna blast it until my mom starts to show signs of insanity. (more than usual)