The party has come and gone. Along with the 30 black boys outside my house, none of which i knew, all of whom wanted, for some reason irrespective of manners, to come into my house. Minutes, minutes i tell you, from calling the police. One, when i refused to let him in although he had barged past my door, tried to start a fight with a male friend who was helping me and then climbed onto the car and started jumping on it. Another fly kicked the front door. What the FUCK gives people the right to behave like such cunts. I didn't know them, so why on earth would they be invited. It was a private party. After they'd left there was a brick lying in the middle of the road. Some arse holes even broke into my neighbours garden and jumped the fence into mine. They were swiftly removed by myself.
Never again am i having a party. Ever. It was too stressful. I didn't get to enjoy myself and i didn't get to speak to any of my friends. I was constantly worried windows were going to be broken from outside, or that the car was going to be damaged.
Ask anyone who was inside and they'll tell you what a bloody barrell of laughs they had. But definately not me. And when it ended it didn't really end. One of a group of my friends got into a fight, was bleeding, and had to be taken to hospital in an abulance. So i only got to bed at about 6 am. Which was bloody brilliant. Just the time i like.
I have heard, but thankfully did not see, that a very many people were sucking face with each other. It was slightly disgusting seeing it but then i didn't really see much, relievingly. And apparently there was even a bit of threesome action going on at the back of the garden with Nat's ex-BF and two other girls. Which i find slightly disgusting. In the garden?!
The GF is staying with me. She is smoking now, due to exam "stress" which greatly strains me. But there you go.
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