On my last blog I said I'd explain the pimps and hos party.
I'm not sure I want to.
But assuming you all (2 of you, including me, who doesn't) want to hear the story, I think I will. Well, what I can remember...
We looked amazing, very amazing. Not in a good way though, in an 'I-certainly-belong-in-a-brothel' kind of way. After being told at stagecoach that I wasn't worthy to carry out the role of 'Meat' in the musical 'We will rock you', and that I should, in fact, be playing Scaramouche (the main girl...[I know]) and then watching the girl who was at first, supposed to be playing her, crying at being informed that she wasn't a good enough actor, me and Shar left half an hour early to get ready for the party. We went into the changing rooms to get changed and apply impossible amounts of makeup, then we were forced to model our outfits to the rest of our group and the dance teacher. They were all amazed, which was good. I think.
After meeting our pimps (boys from our school dressed in suits, top hats and holding canes) we walked to summertown to get alcohol. Which worked tremendously well. I shared 2 bottles of beer and a large bottle of Smirnoff-ice with my pimp (Adam) and then consumed other alcoholic beverages which I just took from peoples hands while walking around the party.
Yes, I got off with two guys. (Oscar, how dare you insult me for that, I'm only 15 you cant expect me to get MORE in one night) It was quite a good night, but looking back, I kind of wish I had just NOT got off with these guys.
And I was hungover on the way to Mexico.
And I watched the film 'Georgia Rule' on the plane, which made me inhumanly horny.
Which was bad, because I had to be away from boys for 2 weeks.
After mexico I went to work experience. I'm not going to say much on that topic other than: I became a slave for a week. But I got on with the people at least, and they said I can come back to visit whenever I want for a cup of tea. So I im ever in town and feel like a cupa, I know where to go.
Now my life is based mainly around:
...which may sound alright, but it's not. I've been spending a lot of time around the 'Europian boys', these guys I met over the summer hols from the Europian school in Abingdon. They're cool, and good for partying with.
There's a problem, though. About two weeks ago, I took some of my friends (only girls) to a party at one of their houses, and we all got off with one or more people. I went there looking for a guy who might be a candidate for a relationship. And I kind of found one. He's nice, fairly good looking, and really likes me now. I like him, but the problem is...I think he might be quite boring. Or just shy, shy would be good, but If I can't brake his shell, how on Earth am I s'posed to know him? He's obsessed with football, half italian and is fluent in italian...which I like, of course. But aren't Italian guys s'posed to be dicks? (sorry...but they do tend to be horribly pervy). So the big question is...is Vani... (his name, I've decided)...is he human?
I'm at school, so therefore, should go. Please shed your thoughts on my comment box...referring to these questions:
1. Should I get to know him before deciding he's not worth it?
2. If I DO get to know him and find out I don't like him, would that count as leading him on?
3. Should I just be a bitch and stop talking to him to give him the message?
4. Should I just go out with him even if he IS boring...?
(all these questions are based on me assuming he doesn't have a personality)
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX MMG...funny how my mum's name is MG...