A Bittersweet Teenagership

Remember those days?

        This weekend I partied hard, more or less as I took photos for my theater at our "Fish Party". 
       The concept is fantastic, which includes the idea that freshmen should come to a party where more or less most of the theater company will be attending as well, and that everyone gets to know everyone and visa-versa.  Well mainly sophomore's showed up, but whatever it wasn't like I knew half of those tiny people.

look at this crazy bitch with her leggings in the water

       
Parties have never really been my scene, unless they include a bunch of people I know.  But it was all right, and I actually went swimming for like 3 seconds but spent most of 3 hours trying to keep my camera from getting wet.  Also the best picture I feel like I took had nothing to do with anything.

I feel like I should write a story for this

       Also that and the fact I feel lonely.  I had to take home a friend of mine, and I noticed how handsome he's become.  I used to really dig him back in middle school, before my original group of friends fell apart faster than a 90s boy band.  It had been the first time I really owned up to liking a dude because of his personality and the way we responded to each other and what I got rewarded with was a list of Reasons I don't like you back.  All 30+ of them.  I felt like I was in an episode of a shitty show they'd play on MTV, except he still doesn't like me back, and so I'll just admire from afar while he describes his interest in all things boobs, tush and tush accessories.    (It's something I've noticed: that you can tell when a guy doesn't like you when he talks about how attractive other girls are to you!  I like to think they do that because they are heartless, cruel boys who love to jade themselves on the breasts of girls who are, in fact, not you.) 
       The recent heartbreaker is a bittersweet one.  Sometimes I like him because he's strong minded and sure of himself, but sometimes I hate him because he makes me cry and says all the wrong things.  As the good old Mick Jagger once said, "I can't get no Satisfaction." 
       Well Mick, ain't that the truth? 
                                          
                                                I mean lets be honest here all you want is this:

                                           when all you get are offers from guys like this 

"hey baby lets congregate and possibly have sexual intercourse"

 
That, and among other things is why I'm pretty fucking pissed.  The Universe has skewed logic sometimes.  Either that or it's just got a pretty fucking huge case of Schadenfreude.