Social Outcasts Deserve to Be Shanked

This evening after trekking through this downsized version of a Blizzard I walked into a house full of what the teen sensation calls, "A Banger." My definition of this term is a party and/or get together where teenagers, adults or late college graduates decided to get shitfaced and hammered. Meanwhile, their is much encouragement to achieve this title of "shit faced" and apparently that's the only way assholes could have fun these days.

Among these people are my mother and father, my sister and my mega tool of a brother. And me, I'm the outcast who sits alone at the dining room table with brie, ginger ale and sending text messages. I solely observed the guests, watched how they consumed excess amounts of Tisdale, Vodka, and wine coolers. These people now tend to make themselves look like fools, dancing around my kitchen to some shitty rap song and are meaning to impress. Unless you do fucking backflips I'm not fucking impressed, douche.

Let's go on with this. I have a family who encourages me to drink. They say things such as, "Just have a drink! It's better to experience it in the comfort of your own home with family and friends." Really? I want to drink in the comfort of my own home and spill every deep dark secret I honestly think about each and every single one of them?

Ugh, now the fucking floor is vibrating with "untz untz untz" beats becaus I'm SURE mega tool put on his techno beats. Jesus Christ, this sucks mees. And I also walk in and my brother is here in his stupid "I want to look like I belong in the corporate world" shirt. Great mega tool, you've done it again and tried to show off by making fun of your little sister! Who'll be laughing ten years from now when I'm hopefully somewhat successful and you're not married, dump macaroni in the pot before it's boiled and live in Toll House cookies because you're a moron. I strive to be more successful than my brother, and if I'm not - I won't be able to live with myself. But fine criticize me because I'm not trying to act all cool while holding a glass of wine, I just don't give a fuck!

Only his friends are some what 'cool', he's just a temperamental douche bag. I'm the social fucking outcast but at least I'm okay with it. At least I'm okay with sitting up in my bedroom with my ipod, enjoying floor vibrations! If i felt really that shitty I'd dress the fuck up and go downstairs and drink out of one of those red cups.

But guess what, how about I pour myself one of those big cups of "shut the fuck up" with an addition of "I just don't give a shit!" My life sucks, fine but I'm only seventeen and I have four years of college to look forward to for having a ton of fun.

And maybe these people aren't my kind, maybe no one is my kind. But, perhaps college is one of those excellent opportunities to find "my kind." Anyhow, that sappy bullshit doesn't matter. What matter's is that the Scrabble Dunce is annoyed, has too many loud people in her home and does not want Jonas Brother's Tickets. Confused? Okay, my sister's friend keeps asking me jokingly if I still listen to the Jonas Brothers. I never did listen to the Jonas Brothers and he jokes around abotu this because...I have a flattering chest. Enough said on that, none of that 'that's what she said.'

And half of the people are just sketchy and dress like they're pretty and have manginas. But whatever, the lack classiness and potential. Her party shall continue while they're all drunk but if my sister or one of her closest friends end up shnuggling in my bed and I wake up in the morning to find that - I will be so fucking pissed - you have no idea. My bed is my bed, unless we're married - then, get out of my bedroom. My bedroom is my domain, I'm going from the "box" or "cave" to Boston. I will be a bostonian scrabble dunce, I rule! Now my mom is coming I think...here comes the criticism, "Go do something, go downstairs and mingle, go have a drink and loosen up!"

I'm seventeen mom, you're supposed to encourage me to not drink until I'm at least twenty one years old like the law says! :(

Anyhow, enough complaining! I'm in sort of a good mood this evening because I get to do nothing and Christmas Break is in for next week. Thus, I get lots of sleeping in until 12:00+ and falling asleep around four AM. Oh the joys of having no responsibility in life. If only I was a billionaire and could live as a recluse or some booshit.

Love out of the comfort of her own heart and soul,
Nina.