si tu supieras que me muero…

i fucking hate swimming... and party recounts
2004-02-01 @ 6:04 p.m.

My date? Not so good. We hung out for a bit then hit the date party. For some reason I decided I was going to ditch my date. I drank two bottles of champagne and 5 beers (so not a good idea!) and hung out with Jarrod. Remember Jarrod from back in the day? Friday night I decided I had an enormous crush on him. So I told him. Like ten times. Loud and clear, everybody heard, everybody knows I don't like guys. I just play with them. So I confused everyone at the party. I made a few new friends though so it was okay. Anyway now he's all... sweet style and I just don't want to have anything to do with him. I mean really. Cip doesn't have boyfriends. Icky yicky. Anyway I was eventually picked up by a friend (I don't remember it, of course) and was violently sick. (I DONT REMEMBER THIS) I threw up in the car, on my Bebe dress, on a random person's lawn, in the Trinity parking lot, on the way up the stairs, then for about an hour in my bathroom. My friend Bianca had "Cip Duty" (she's had to take care of me before... that's what we call it...) and she gave me water and got me in pj's. Her friends were there too- some people I know but not that well. Drunk Cip absolutely forgot who they were... so I started crying and told Bianca that I wanted the weird people to go away and stop staring at me- and I mean bawling. So that was Friday...

Saturday night promised to be a few notches calmer (I'll never have a night like Saturday again, thanks!) I went to a Latino club "Planeta" with my new friend Ana (she's Polish and super awesome). We were in the VIP and chillin with all her friends- dancing, too. Apparently all of her friends are filthy fucking rich. Apparently SHE'S filthy fucking rich. We left for the club in her gorgeous new tan Mercedes. Anyway we ended up leaving at about 2:30ish, and we all stood outside waiting for the valet to bring the cars around. So car #1: black BMW. 18-year-old Abby says "Oh its mine! See u girls at Emilio's!" Porsche, Emilio. "Girls, come to my house. I'm having an after party." Chauffer scurries off with another two... Girl with fur coat and $600 sunglasses waves as the tan Mercedes comes in and we climb in and leave. We reach the house and... good God. It was ENORMOUS. Bigger than my house, for two adolecent boys. Emilio and his 17 year old brother live there by themselves. So they all start talking about the time they went to Greece together, one girl pulls out her Louis Vuitton purse and takes a fucking gold-plated cigarrette lighter and lights us all up. And Ana says, "Oh Cip youre so nice! You MUST come to Canada with us for Spring Break!" I mean, holy shit. I smiled and was like, "It sounds fun!" And the crazy thing is that the whole night nobody made me feel out of place, or like I were any less than them, or like their money really mattered. It was seriously ridiculous. I just smiled a lot and tried my hardest to act like I was used to this extreme wealth.

Anyway after we left Emilio's we went to my friend Brandy. You know... a regular house, with guys and girls, and people living sloppily. I felt more in place, Ana was okay with it. We played caps with rum for a bit, then Brandy disappeared and we had to look for her for a bit. It was a weird situation.

And we got in at 7 am. Not too too bad! So I curled up in bed and slept til 1, straight through 10am swim practice (yeah right, like that was going to happen.) One of the swimmers saw my away message and tattled to coach that I went out last night, and now I'm probably in a shitload of trouble. BUT I'M ALMOST DONE. I fucking hate swimming. I fucking hate it. I can't wait to leave and never look back

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