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.

Art Fart Poopyland!

Hey guys it's been a while! (A whole day long). 
I went to my cousins venue, Super Happy Fun Land!  And that place is totally fucking awesome, it's a really great venue for local bands if you're in the Houston, Tx area.  It's a very surreal experience for young people like me who have yet to see what other venues Houston has to offer.  The walls are painted and various decor litters basically everywhere, there's an energy there that a lot of other venues don't have.

Also, my cousin who goes by the stage name of Poopy Lungstuffing, is a very unique and talented Ukulele songwriter.  She's got a voice very reminiscent of early Vaudeville acts, and a fashion style that is very Dandy.  It's really hip for people who are looking for something unique that is equally entertaining to enjoy, and not to mention a selection of vintage clothing and handmade silk screened shirts! Poopy's Army

There was this little girl there, Pixie, the daughter of one of the owners and she was so precious. 

Rawr!

It was a Leo Party, by the way.

 L.M. Fights the giant Kat whilst showing off her glorious Doctor Martens given to her by Poopy!



Just look at them.











It was a good night, but I won't post all my pictures.  I'll let my friend Haka post the ones of herself on her blog since I know that's what she's dying to do! 

Party on!