The Virgin Homicides

Oh my god. Cassandra (my friend who is "dragging me down" according to mother dearest) and I  went to this 'gathering' tonight. I use the word gathering very lightly. Picture this. Two sexy, girls dressed up so perfectly that they were just the right amount of casual. Two boys picked us up from the station, we were expecting a car, they weren't supplying. They made us haul ass up the longest street I have ever been down. The house was only number 95, but the houses were so fucking massive and so fucking nice that it was as long as a walk from Africa to Russia, minus the communism.

Picture the most painful conversation ever. Then triple that and add the inclusive giggling of two girls and the quiet mumbling two awkward boys. We FINALLY get to the house and it is so awkward. Like, painfully awkward. We walk in the room and there are three other girls and about four guys. They were making fajitas. Fucking fajitas. What the actual fuck. I thought this was a gathering. Not fajita night. I'm a fucking vegetarian.

Bitch please girl, you cannot judge me. The girls were so rude. God. I wanted to stab them all. The Virgin Homicides, minus the aesthetics of Sofia Coppola.You know in 10 Things I Hate About You, the nerdsville party where they all hang around sipping watered down whiskey and getting all dressed up in their daddy's suits, and 'Nigel with the Brie' arrives. Yeah, it was lamer than that. Why is it that I cant fit in with the more intense people, I'm not cool enough, but thank Gaga I'm cooler than those nerds. Not that I have anything against nerds. Seth Cohen is a sex god.

We ended up leaving after like half an hour, and also after serious contemplation of stealing some of their belongings. No one wanted to pick us up. We each went through our contacts and no one, I mean no one were willing to pick up two bored girls from Caulfield at nine pm.

My mum was so smug when I came home at 9.30. Fuck you mum. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.

I started talking to this guy on the train home. He was 26 and out to Highett for 'a few drinks which might be intense'. I was so jealous of that chubby dude. I was just lonely and sad and pathetic on my way home at 9.30 on a Saturday night.