The Facebook events.

When I go on Facebook, I really just check notifications, check inbox if there is anything there and see if there are any event invitations or friend requests and the like. Before I continue this blog though, I need to apoligize because I am typing this blog up on Brett's laptop and this doesn't have word or anything, so this blog won't have any spell check thingy so it will most likely be plagued with errors. I mean I could go back, read what i wrote after I finish and fix it up but I have never done that before, and I don't see why I should for this one. Back to Facebook, this seems to be the season for Facebook events and it just makes me happy. I have actually never had this many Facebook events at once, and I am very picky with my events. Whenever I get an invite to something like, bloody, some club night or something that I know I won't go to, like 'Thursday Nights at Star Bar' or something like that, I don't click 'not attending', I actually remove it from my events, so on my events I only have things that I am actually probably going to.

I have only ever been to one party that I didn't feel welcome at, and I think that the main... well the only reason I didn't feel welcome there was probably because it was the formal after party for, like Woodcroft High School or something and we just jumped the fence and thought we would have a great time partying with them. We really didn't have a good time at all, I mean I blended in a little bit at the start, but then it got to the point where one by one we would start getting caught. Our plan was silly from the start though, I mean there were like nine of us, there was no way we were going to get in and party with them undetected, but it just seemed like a good idea at the time. We ended up making our way to the dancefloor and partying hard, sober as a bunch of nuns who are partying for some reason, to put it blatantly, we stood out like we actually were nuns, and everyone just knew we weren't supposed to be there.

The feeling of being blended in really just, vanished, or banished, whichever of those words you prefer. anyway, the feeling went away and we felt like absolute outcasts ripping up the dance floor. We walked away from the dance floor and that's when I saw Chris being escorted away from the party. I was with Saf and at this stage we realised that we just, we just didn't even want to be there. We walked up and past these two guys who were saying something along the lines of 'if I see those fucking gate crashing cunts I am gonna fucking kick their heads right the fuck in' and at this point, understandably, I just wanted to get out, really. Long story short, we made our way out of there unharmed and it was the last party we ever crashed... and the first.

Before Facebook events, it was harder to tell if you were actually welcome to a party. I mean you would have been told to come or you would have like a paper invite or something but Facebook events just make it so easy. If there is one thing that makes me happy in this world, well there are like seventeen things but if there was just one, it probably wouldn't be Facebook events, but it would definitely be up there. They can be awfully misleading at times, I mean sometimes the one new event invitation that pops up in the corner of your Facebook might just be like, bloody Thursday Night at Star Bar, it is just absolutely devastating. According to my Facebook events, from now until the twenty sixth of February, I have two barbecues, two parties, four dress up parties, two music festivals and the thing I am looking the most; Brett and Andrew's Fucking Party Day.

I was thinking the other day that maybe, like, I mean there are so many parties, it is kind of fucked. Right now I have, I still have no money at all, but I do have half a case of Millers Chilled. If I can somehow make that last through that many parties, then, no there is no way that I could do that, there is no need to type the rest of what I was going to say up. Anyway, I was thinking that I can imagine myself actually missing one of these parties, like just thinking, 'hmm, I am all partied out, perhaps missing the next Facebook event slash party?' but then I realised that, yeah, I am just not that soft, and partying and blogging is all I know how to do, and right now, I am just bloody hungry, so I'm going to go and eat some food, and I'll see you later, maybe, depending on who you are...