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2002-03-16/12:38 p.m.
im so glad that stephs party wasnt a STEPH PARTY
first off, see new year's party. the whole STEPH PARTY thing is explained in that entry. also, since stephs sweet sixteen was a lot like her new years party, reading that entry is a pre-requisite. anyways...last nite was ever so great. ever so very great. i am pleased to say that i didnt follow jeff around for the whole party. yay me! half of the time i didnt have to. if i was sitting on the bench alone, then jeff would come over and drag me off it and steal my seat, when the entire bench was empty. pffft. what a dork. (grins) also, if i was sitting in a chair and nobody was around - (sniff) i notice a recurring loneliness theme at this party...maha just kidding - jeff would spin me around or jump on me or something. (grins again) well..he did that to a lot of people, because hes energetic and a goof, but i think he annoyed me the most frequently. good ol annoying jeff. mahahaha. i successfully weirded out stephs boyfriend, mike, last nite. i arrived at the party a little late, so twas a good fashionably late entrance. unfortunately, mike didnt know me, so the entrance was wasted on him. grr. anyways, since mike was totally unperceptive, he didnt know who i was, or realize that i was even at the party. that worked wonders when i leaped into his lap when stephy was opening presents. mahaha. he looked so frightened. after i jumped down, mike kept looking at me with a shocked look. (shrugs) i guess he doesnt know many of stephs friends - we re all a little neurotic. i also used the line so youre (insert action here). hows that working out for you? many a times on poor mike. twas great when he was playing foosball because he was losing and yelled its not working out! man, i could grow to tolerate that guy quite nicely. jenny kept nudging me and saying out of the side of her mouth go hug him, cara. just go hug him. i shook my head and replied i dont need to jenny. in a minute or two he will just come and hug me or something similar. ill just sit and wait. the best part was when right after i said that, jeff leaped at us and dragged me onto the floor. sucka jenn. mahah. im so grinning inside right now. so very. monday, jeff will quite possibly say/do something that will indicate that he is, in fact, not interested in me, then i will just have this entry to read and just have last night to remember. (shrugs) thats why i like my diary - i can relive past memories. then there are those ones that i dont wanna relive...crap...i try not to look at those entries again. meh. last night wasnt all spent with jeff, of course. that would not be good. well..it would..but still..no. i talked to gref aka greg a fair bit last night. greg and i kept joking that it took all of my strength to not jump him right then and there and not to indulge in a night of sweet passion. mahaha. twas great. twas better when jeff would hear. mahaha. the look on his face. after everybody ate cake, they either got really tired or teally energetic. people who were perfectly fine before the cake, just slumped over and stared at the walls or something, or they went crazy with sexual innuendos and jummping around the room. im thinking that it was a pot cake. good ol pot cake. mahaha. we were joking about that all thru the party too. when jenny, mike, and i were discussing the pot cake at the end of the party, stephs mom overheard and listed the ingredients in the cake. i said and pot and stephs mom agreed, then waited a moment and said wait - what did you say? did you just say pot? there wasnt pot in that cake! mahaha. twas great cause pot is the main ingredient in a pot cake. haha. great cake, even tho im all anti-drug. still. great. there were many other great moments about the party. i shall list them. since reading high fidelity again, ive come to like lists. and by like i mean need. well...now im off to the mall with vals. good ol us being mallrats. apparently i do have money. i still need a job tho. bloody rogers. grr that hippie, autumn, not being at the party. boo her. pffft, beatnik. but still - great party. (grins inside)
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