Well, I apologize for getting in a car with some guys (well, actually it's not that bad because I actually knew most of them pretty well), and then never continuing my story.
Um, Catwoman wanted some Jackie D, so I took charge....
I saw one of our friends (who is twenty two, I think, and can therefore legally buy alcohol).
So Catwoman, Mister Newb, and I hopped in the car.
We bought whiskey on sale, tried to crash a party (that they were technically invited to, don't ask)
Drove up to the cliffs, drank, and watched the pretty view of all of Ocean Beach.
And the guys are always surprised that I can drink whiskey like water.
Um, back to the library, then we all kinda just hung out in the parking lot, and after a whole bunch of failed plans we crashed one of those house parties that popular high school kids throw.
Funny thing is that I knew most of the people there (though few of them like me)
Another funny thing is that we saw one of our friends who graduated my Freshman year.
So with the buzz from the alcohol wearing off and no weed, we danced the night away.
After the party ended we crashed at our friend's house (the guy who graduated) and drank beer in his hot tub.
Nothing scandalous happened and we all eventually fell asleep after talking for hours (or actually, Catwoman fell asleep and I talked to him)
The next day I hung out with one of the boys from the day before who seemed to be romantically interested in me.
For the first time in a long time Catwoman didn't accompany me on all my adventures.
Well, I went with the boy and I bunch of people (some that I knew, and some that I didn't) to my close friend's ex-boyfriend's house so we could all smoke.
Instead I sat on the couch with the boy and played with the dog while watching MTV, while everyone else went upstairs to smoke.
It was nice, we all hung out for awhile and I eventually left and went to yoga with Catwoman.
I went home after yoga, and then the day after my mom started yelling at me about library fines that weren't even my fault.
Well, let me explain that....
My mom had a ton of library fines for some books that she checked out, right before I ran away (when I was eleven).
I also had one book out, but it was returned before I left.
Because I am a minor, my library card is technically under my step-dad's card.
He had a hundred dollar fine from my mom.
She yelled at me about this, because she was already in a bad mood.
I said, "Okay, fine, whatever, mom."
She attacked me in the car (slapped me, scratched me in the face, bent my fingers back)
I got out of the car, she yelled, "Then give me your phone."
I told her to go to Hell and walked away.
She turned off my phone, and I met Catwoman, we went to the park and I cried (a little more than neccesary).
Um, after my step-dad reminded her about parenting classes she turned my phone back on.
(But it still doesn't completely work, which I should fix that today)
So um, why did I just tell that story?
Anyway, yesterday I hung out with the boy again (by chance)
I randomly saw him on the way to The Jester's house, so I took him with me.
We smoked, Catwoman showed up, we smoked some more, walked around.
Somehow we ended up at the library again; Catwoman got bored, so she left.
The Remains of The Crew started showing up.
And after pizza, whiskey, a blunt, a few bowls, and just hanging out and shit, the boy walked me home.
Oh, and I kissed him....um, yeah....
Well, I don't know where any of this is gonna go, but what the hell, right?
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