Any arguments I had declaring my maturity have officially been shot to hell. Last night I went to a party.
(And acted like a typical teenager).
Dark, musty room blarring rap, gangsta rap, dirrty rap, VULGAR rap.
Although it was nice, not being oggled by middle aged parental units, at the same time, I thought it was a bit much.
Like to the point...I felt innocent. I felt too innocent to be there. I was just watching people going "DAMN".
The way that those girls were moving their asses into their boyfriends. omg. It was enough to make a stripper blush.
Although, I cannot claim to be completely innocent, I was dancing too, and I was only a little raunchy.
Either way, I was driving Matt nuts. I like teasing. He kept on threatening to jump me right there on the dance floor. Not that I would have minded, or anyone would have noticed. It kinda looked like some people were having sex anyway.
Everyone was smoking and going out to their cars to get beer. That made me feel typically teenager. Thank God my parents were in bed when got home, I was able to sneak by without getting the third degree. I smelled so bad, smoke and sweat, and yea. It was bad.