We (Brandon, Amanda, Joe, Elly, Carolyn and I) didn't even get to leave the dorms until after midnight, and then we drove around looking for Christie's friends' apartment party for about two hours. We drove back and forth on the streets, we asked every pedestrian in sight. I tried calling Christie's cell with Caroly's cell, but Christie's battery died before she could give us any useful directions. Finally, we gave up and went to Denny's. I think they all hate me now.
Then we were harrassed in the parking lot, and then we ranted, and I got kind of emotional... I went home at five still kind of depressed and wrote some poetry. Long story short, my night was a pathetic excuse for a birthday celebration. Oh, well. 21 simply has to be better.
I'm going to try to go party tonight at what will probably be a mostly Hello-Dolly-cast gathering, which is fine with me, except... what if they ignore me at the party the same way they ignore me at rehearsal? And shouldn't the fact that I can't seem to get a ride there twig me on to the fact that I won't have anyone there to talk to? No, you know what? Fuck that. Fun is what you bring with you. I'm going out tonight, and I'm having a good time if it fucking kills me.
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