SLEEPOVER CLUB

Last Saturday, my friend invited us over for a sleepover. I can’t be bothered going into the details because I’m really lethargic right now, but here’s a quick rundown:

• Arrived at my friend’s house late because my mum said she was going to quickly call a friend but ended up gossiping for half an hour.
• Finally got there, and it turns out that I was the only one with exotic soft drinks. You’re all a bunch of idiots for bringing generic stuff.
• Another invited friend finally made it over; she was yelling to her mum from the front door of the house to the car, which was on the other side of the road. Her mother called me “Little Girl” or something like that.
• We ate pizza. Not a hint of fruit in the house.
• Watched something on the tele (no access to the adult channel, unfortunately), ate lollies and chips, and drank more of my exotic soft drinks.
• Got onto the topic of gay (men) porn and started watching it altogether. One said she was bored, though when we were watching it, her face would tell you a different story. I’ll give you a hint: fixated look and open mouth.
• Two of my friends started talking about Keanu Reeves, how they met and touched him. Me and my other friend started picking on them. They’re such losers.
• Started to fall asleep, but we were talking in our beds. The friend who invited us over has a double bed, so three of them slept in the bed - seriously - while I slept on a mattress which was on the floor. Uncomfortable as Hell, but it’s better than sleeping next to those weirdos.
• In the morning, craziness ensued. The friend who was fixated on the gay porn started having a hissy-fit over something stupid.
• I left and came home, but was surprisingly not tired due to the five or six hours of sleep.

I think that covers it.

~ by WendySkeleton on April 24, 2008.