Okay, I read this every day, but I never blog. I don't rightly know why. It really never occours to me to contribute. I just really like to be the casual observer and voyuer, if you will. Anyway, I digress.

I hate where I live. The house, the roomates, the area, the lack of parking... everything. The other 2 guys that live here had a party last weekend, and the night went something like this:

7:00-7:30 pm- Ryan returns home after day of rad surfing to find the front door slightly ajar. Upon further investigation, Ryan realizes that nobody is home and checks to see if all of his belongings are in tact. They are. Ryan decides to check his e-mail on his new cool computer and realizes that one of his roommates has made it so that whenever the computer turns on, Ryan is logged into said roommates AIM account. Ryan sighs, logs out of the AIM account, and makes a mental note that his roommate is a prick.

7:35-8:30 pm- Ryan hears the front door open and the sound of footsteps comes immenently closer. The question of the ages: "What's up bro?" can be heard coming from insdie the kitchen. "Did Mark [Ryan's prick roomate] tell you what's up?" the person asks.
"No," Ryan said.
"Well, he's at a wedding shower and won't be back until 8:30. He said that he was just going to leave the door open and that we sould come in and hang out until he gets here."
"Oh, okay. He never said anything about that to me. Whatever. Come in," Ryan said, turning back to his computer.
Three males continue to fill the refridgerator with so many cases of beer, that there is little room for the bottles of water that Ryan likes to drink. Ryan retreats to his room where he can hear many other people arriving. Sounds of beer bottles depresurising and Pennywise can also be heard.
Around 8:30, Ryan finally decides to venture out and see how lame the party is. There are 17 males and only 4 females. 4 of the males are eating and the rest are watching a ping pong game outside. The females are ignored. Mark returns and his friends are happy at this. Ryan doesn't understand why.

8:30-11:00 pm- The party is in full swing. One young man is running around poking [people in the back of the neck, arm, etc. with the sharp end of a paperclip that has been bent. Ryan's other prick roomate possibly had the quote of the night. His name is Kenny. One of the 4 girls who was there had to use the bathroom, but Kenny was standing in front of the door to the facility with his arms folded, looking so tough. Mind you, Kenny is getting a divorce, has a daughter and is 27.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kenny asked.
"To the bathroom," the girl said.
"Not unless you show me your tits," Kenny said.
"There's another bathroom over here," Ryan said.
More stuff happens, the carpets get dirtier, beer bottles are left all over. At 10:50, the whole party decides that they are going to venture to Hermosa Beach to drink some more. Cabs are called, already drunk people decide to drive, and by 11:00 the house is totally empty, save Ryan and Mark's dog. The fact that the party only lasted until 11:00 was Ryan's favorite part.

I need to move. Mark's home now. Help!