About Party.

Drink. Drink again. Drink once more. Drink until you get wasted. Flirt. Flirt with random and non-random girls. Dance with them.　Get all over them. Take advantage of them. Get fucked. Get even more fucked. Get rowdy. Be one of the crazy asses roaming on the street at 2am on campus.
This is not the life I wanna lead. But this is American college life dude.
This is not the life I wanna lead. I wanna have a girlfriend who likes me, enjoyes my jokes and tolerates my bad habits. I wanna stick with her, watch movies with her, go to dinners with her, buy a Levi's pair of jeans with her, go to freshgrocer with her, study like fucking nerds at the library with her, walk with her holding hands, talk with her, worry about the future with her, save every penny possible with her, cry with her, love with her, spend the rest of my life with her. And I'm never gonna hit on any other sexy girl at any party. That's the life I wanna lead.
So I stood in the corner, sipping some rum and coke, watching the girls and boys dancing, touching each other, happily drunk faces, about-to-throw-up faces, and I feel sad, not because I couldn't fit in with the big party scene, but because I'm at parties seeing all these ridiculous things happening. I am still alone, still a creep, still a loser.
Oh God, this is not the life I wanna lead. I don't wanna lead a party life.

leaving skool guoyandao at 10:38 PM [comment]

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