So all of last week I had been planning a house party with a few friends while my parents were at my dads 20th high school reunion. Things got out of control when people started inviting their friends and then someone made flyers and all of a sudden everyone in school and in all surrounding towns knew about the big party going on this weekend.
Well friday came(the party was to be on saturday) and everyone started flipping out because there was rumor that one of the deans found a flyer and told the cops and that the cops were gonna crash it.
We decided to cancel and I was gonna stay at the house with a few friends just to send people home on saturday when they came by. By like 9, no one had come (the party was supposed to start at like 7) so I decided to go take a nap in the house. About 20 minutes later my sister comes into the house and starts screaming at me that theres tons of guys who we didnt know all playing beer pong in our barn.
I ran down and started screaming at all of them to get out, but they didnt listen. FINALLY, I got them out and then some of my friends were like Oh, no we know them. But they only knew like 2 of them and those two people had brought like 20 of their friends. So the night went on and I continued to try to get people out, even though they weren't listening. I went up to my room at some point and heard a weird noise. I looked around and saw that my vibrator was turned on and put in my sink. I kinda assumed that had been the work of one of my friends at that point.
I loosened up eventually and had a beer and kinda just kept to myself, trying to keep things under control. At around 12, I went to the second floor of the barn because there was no one up there and it was a bit quieter.
At like 12:15 I start hearing shouting and people throwing shit so I ran downstairs and there was a HUGE fight with like half the guys who had come. So theres 20 extremely drunk guys literally beating the shit out of each other with blood and teeth everywhere. Everyone who wasn't fighting was able to push them out and then they kept fighting on the driveway. I just collapsed and started crying while everyone else was trying to control the situation. People kept coming in trying to take stools and planks of wood from the barn. Then someone in the fight threatened to call the cops and everyone quickly dispersed after that. So I ran into the house with all my friends and we all went to bed.
In the morning the barn was completely wrecked. Beer cans and bottles and cigs butts were everywhere. So we started cleaning and I realized my ipod was gone. So I looked around and then realized that my computer, my sisters ipod, my moms ipod, my friends ipod and two of my moms laptops were gone. I couldnt even take it anymore and I spent the rest of the morning crying until my friends left and I could call the police.
So the police came at like noon and I couldnt stop crying with them either. I told them the truth and they did all the standard stuff with fingerprints and who was there etc. But so they asked if anything had been taken out and messed with. So at this point I ask myself if I'd rather maintain my dignity or get my brand new birthday present laptop back. I chose the laptop. So I told the cops about my vibrator and they just kinda laughted...
So the cops made me call my parents (who went apeshit over the phone) and they left eventually. I didn't eat anything that day except for an entire can of cheeseballs. When my parents got home they were more "disappointed" than worried. I got grounded for a month unconditionally and one month of extreme surveillance after that.
The next day at school wasn't that bad, and it seemed like only a few people knew all about it. But that night (this is just another unfortunate event that adds to my bad mood) my dog got out cause he was harassing a skunk and it took a good 2 hours to get him in. So then I had to give my dog a bath at like midnight, which made for a miserable day today.
I was sooo tired and cranky to start, and being at school just made it worse. Walking through the halls, people would literally stop talking when I walked by and they would just laugh awkwardly to their friends. And people kept asking me about it and like oohh your the girl who threw the party. it just sucks. Cause I wanna move on but I have so much stress and I just want my stuff back but it seems like no one except the police is actually helping.
I dont trust the kids who my friends invited for a second. They've known them for like a fucking week. And they are automatically like oh nooo, they wouldnt do that! It just pisses me off. Like I know that they arent trying to be annoying and that they are trying to help.
Ughhhh I just wanna cry. but i have homework to do! goddamn.and my mom isnt letting me take a mental health day either :[ i didnt really expect her to.
oh AND I just got back from sat practice and it turns out i completely bombed. I did better when I took the test in 7th grade. fuckkkk. i hate my life. wow. maybe blogs arent so lame. i kinda feel better :]
