Social that was really a formal pretending to be a social.

Now i fancy myself to be a bit of a loser. I mean how many people spend Friday nights at home writing a blog (probably as many as those who are bored enough to read this). Nevertheless this really did not occur as apparently as it has the past few days. Last night i attended a social of a neighbouring girl's school and whose stance against me best summed up by a girl's statement or rather shock over me attending: "Who invited you?" No one did actually, being the loser that i am, i invited myself and this really didn't help things. See over the years i had attracted a fair share of enemies (and when they're equipped with sharp stilettos, they also become extremely deadly) due to a lot of misdemeanors (probably on level with two girls, one cup in terms of shitness). So two best mates versus a crowd of girls never gives good odds on the two guys having fun (unless you're in a movie where the funniest thing that happened was in Spanish). This night was equally unforgiving but i've also realised one thing that night, it doesn't take endless orgies (the closest orgy i'll get is one full of sausages [and i don't mean the one's you buy at butchers]) of parties coupled with enough alcohol to kill five livers to have fun. It only takes a mate.

Now it's not like i regret doing things in high school as much as they could of went down a lot better. People always wish they had the guts, balls, or another phallic/male orientated organ to do something or another back in the day. I wished i did the opposite, i should have refrained from doing stupid things or at least didn't do them so enthusiastically. Cross-dressing in the sister's uniform was a bad idea. Cross-dressing again was a bad idea (these two were probably the opposites i didn't wish i did). Embarrassing that girl because of boredom was a bad idea. Breaking that girl's heart entirely was a bad idea. Saying corny lines to a "first love" was a bad idea. Acting hyperactive (loudness does not mean popularity) at every moment was a bad idea. Screaming around a hall without any clothes on was a bad idea (apparently my only legacy after five years). The list probably goes on forever as it does for everybody. The funny thing is, there's one thing people never regret at high school and that's the friends you make.

You're probably going "Oh shit! Run and hide. It's another corny motto that probably is more bull than a Korean gamer going all night." How many friends will you really talk to after high school? When the times up, and everyone cashes their chips, who's left? When your in need, where are your friends indeed? I ran out of sayings but the point is clear. For me, this question was easily answered by my seventeenth birthday. Many girls were invited but of course, shone through was who i would actually talk to once school has finished. Let's just say there wasn't a lot. It's as that saying goes: nowadays with Facebook you have hundreds of friends but less friendship (well this is discounting stalkers). So at the end of the day, it's going to be another all male event tomorrow but i'm not going to mope around because i'm actually going to dinner with all my real friends.

Now then again the real answer to why no one showed up could be rally much simpler and less deep in meaning: "You're just a massive loser". The funny thing is that it has the same result because tomorrow i'm still going to have dinner with all my real friends. The stereotype is basically true: the clique you're assigned to basically on the first day will stick till the end of school. I ended up with a bunch of losers so why pretend to a be a indie, vintage, rock, glamour, fake, bitch, slut, nerd, dork, player, pimp, sporty? I'll continue to rather writing love stories than living them, micromanaging a computer game's economy than my social calendar, rocking out to Selena Gomez than gabba-ing (i like to call it shit) to trance, and eating five day old leftovers as party (i.e. me by myself on the computer) food because that's who i am.

I'm just a loser with a bunch of friends to cool for me so bye.