Logan RileyFiction WritingJCB23 February 2013

I’m in such a daze from last night.

This Lager, right here, was the culprit to my, what I think to be, fun night.

They all said, “Alcohol will be your downfall tonight,” but I didn’t listen. To be honest I didn’t really care either. They all said “I bet you don’t know how to have fun;” boy did I prove them wrong. I really wish I could remember the whole night.

Tory said I had fun and I must have because I have Mardi gras beads from last night hanging on my desk. Purple, yellow, green, blue, red, how did I get all of these beads? Did I have to flash someone for them? Did I find them? Man that pounding in my head. I can feel my head pound to every beat my heart takes; just thumping away. I see a red solo cup on the floor. That’s right, I was playing beer pong last night! I was running the table all night long. No one could triumph over me; I was unstoppable. I was sinking every cup.

This room is so empty, in yet, last night, it was full of people. People I didn’t even know. People I hadn’t seen before. Boys and girls, of all sorts, in my house, dancing, laughing, drinking.

Oh that music! I just remembered, I heard my favorite song last night. The beat is still in my head. Da Da Da Da Bum Bum Bum. At least I think that’s how it goes. Oh and that girl last night! She tried to put Elmer’s glue in my hair. She said “If you put Elmer’s glue in your hair it sticks up!” What a dumb ass. Why would I put Elmer’s glue in my hair? There is no way I would put Elmer’s glue in my hair. Oh and that one boy. He was so cute. Did I get his number? I can’t remember. Damn my head hurts. He tried to kiss me last night. What a fun night… but I better start cleaning up this room. I’ll start by moving the table back. Oh that was a bad idea. The noise of the table scratching and scraping on the floor irritates my headache. You know what, I’ll clean up later. I’m going back to bed…