Not a party person

I arrived home a few minutes ago, I was on a birthday party... Well... It was quite boring. I met my stepmother's whole family, and I'm anti-social already (as my dad states), so everything I did was sit on a chair and stay there all the party. C: Practical person LOL

Then my dad joined me with a face like "I hate parties and dancing", and I looked at him like "I told you." Everything our relatives saw: me and him in the table the whole damn time chatting and refusing dancing invites. I feel glad I'm alike my dad in at least one thing.

I didn't have the need to get amused. Just watching other people dancing all happy was enough to make me feel right. There was many people making a circle, jumping and shouting. Then one of them went to the middle of the circle, danced, and everyone applauded XD Then another one... And so on. It seemed they were having a lot of fun, what made me feel... nostalgic.

It really turned me on when the DJ played Umbrella (I like this song, m'kay? Brings back memories) and I Gotta Feeling. No, I didn't dance XD My stepmother almost broke my arm trying to take me to the dance floor, as I was holding onto my chair, LOL.

After that, people crowded in our table... like, they just came sitting there from hell. I guess they were a bit drunken. Everything, I mean everything, was a reason to a toast. I lol'd at this, I was the only one who didn't join, but it was hilarious. "Yay for the birthday girl! WHEEEE!!! Yay for our family! WHEEEE!!! Yay for that ant in the floor! WHEEEEEE!!! Yay for the rainbow atoms (???)! WHEEEEE!!!"

Then the DJ started to play songs my dad hates, and he just told me: "I'm leaving :U". I was tired of that place too, so I followed him and here I am. Changing my clothes. I think I'm so tired (slept 4AM to wake up 9AM) I simply tripped on my boots (I threw them randomly when I took them off) and fell to the floor while trying to wear my pants. Yeah... *sniff* I must sleep now.

Another giant post. GODAMMIT! Oh, yes, I'm still trying to set the layout... I'll do it. Someday.

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Hi. Um... that's my first post here. This thing *open arms* is a blog I created just to kill time and to put my mind to work while relieving it from my usual stress and such. Yes, it may be very boring LOL

Yesterday it was raining heavily; in my mind as well. At least I could sleep in peace. The raindrops sound filled my head shoving my depressed thoughts away. Then I remembered that today I would have english/spanish classes and it would be lots of fun: I missed my teachers, and was very happy when I found out that they'll continue to give me classes.
I just fell asleep trying not to remember all those feelings; hugging my cat cushion proved to be effective.

After school, I forgot all the bad things I was feeling. I feel rather happy now. And, well, I didn't have any time to worry about such things... since I was locked outta my bedroom and needed to get in.

My grandmother has this custom of locking our bedroom...
(because of the children here, my stepmother's. They are mischievous and she doesn't want her things broken or anything like that. Me neither.)
But this time I wasn't with my keys. I think I panicked for... what, five minutes? Then I went to our house's maid yelling and complaining. *fails at solving things* My grandma went to a ball, and I was like "So, I'll go after her." My stepsister told me to wait. She had a better idea than mine; to try out the keys left in the house, usually one of them would fit.

The thing is: the only one which would ever fit was missing in the house. OTL Because I'm very lucky. *sarcasm smile*

I had to go out after her, but... not in my undies, right? So. My bedroom was locked and all my clothing was inside it~ Lucky person² I borrowed my stepsister jeans, but they were so tigh I couldn't even breath. So I invaded my father/stepmother's bedroom and stole her pants. LOL, she'll never know it, she hasn't to know it.

I ran like crazy to the Sindicate where the ball was and entered as my life depended on it. Then I found her and she was like
"Hoho, what are you doing here? 8D"
"You locked me out, granny..."
"I did? 8D"

It's funny how I was panicking and she was all happy XD I love my grandma. After that I had a normal afternoon hanging around. Come on, it's friday!

A crazy day, that fits me. I recognize my real self even more those days... I had forgotten how I was, but... now I seem to be "under repair" and slowly back to the way I used to be. I have bad memories and I miss someone, but it's just over when it's over or when you give up.

Probably who's reading (if it has someone reading) isn't understanding. There's no problem, it was a... momentaneous outburst.

God. First post and I exceeded my limit writing too much. I completely forgot how a blog could be fun replacing diaries.