5/15/2005 12:41:00 AM|||James O'Malley|||

Tonight was exciting! My parents and sister have gone to Wales for the weekend, so I did the stereotypical teenage thing and had a wild party. The theory was that after a loud rave, with the neighbours complaining and waving their fists, going "grr", that something would be broken. I'd then have a hilarious escapade first trying to repair and then replace the damaged item. In the end my parents would find out, I'd own up to it, and we'd learn a lesson. I'd be given some sort of lame punishment, like being grounded, meaning that I can't leave my house... how dreadful!

But anyway, nothing of the sort happend. It was a very civil occasion- Dundas, Heather, JD, Emma, and Soph all made it and we enjoyed some top quality slacking. We ordered pizza, we ate pringles, we risked burning down my house by making popcorn. It was all good.

Whilst the popcorn making was occuring, I looked up to the kitchen ceiling, and much to my surprise, the smoke alarm's battery was missing. It occured to me that my parents might have been planning to kill me- leaving the gas on, and waiting for me to light up. They know I'm completely inept when it comes to looking after myself, and practical skillz. How will I know how to detect gas? If I'd decided to take up smoking, it could have been a very fatal weekend- both in terms of short term death and long, drawn out, painful death.

At one point, I suggested we play trivial pursuits- Dundas, despite boasting he is the best at trivia, was reluctant to play. By the time I had two cheeses and he had zero, we abandoned the game, with me victorious by default. Needless to say, I had the last laugh.

JD and Emma, the treacherous traitors they are, had to leave at 9 for a more traditional "wild teenage party" hosted by my enemy, Kayleigh. Trust her to try and wreck my great social occasion by going and having a birthday on the same weekend- completely inconsiderate. I told them to pass on a message from me, to her: "You're a horrible person, and you really smell. You look like the character from Byker Grove who setup the radio station, you stupid northerner". I don't know if she recieved the message.

Kayleigh, I know you've read my blog and posted abusive comments under the pseudonym "Wellz". So, read the above message and consider it. Then give up smoking, as it's bad for you. Then apologise to humanity for being such an awful person. Then forget how I'm using this blog to escalate the tension.

But anyway, the rest of the evening went nicely despite not doing what we originally planned. Dundas really wanted to watch the Star Wars trilogy, which he'd bought round on VHS (!). Instead, we slacked, swore, and watched a compilation of System of a Down and Rage Against the Machine videos on MTV2. This angered Dundas, as not only was he missing spending the evening on teamspeak, talking to nerds about a virtual economy that amounts to virtually nothing, but he wasn't getting his own way! When everyone else had left, he stuck around and ranted about how crappy the evening had been. "Pfft", I thought and said simultaneously. I don't value his opinion since he became addicted to online gaming. Seriously- his mother told my mother at their weekly poncing session that he's on teamspeak, shouting into it at 1am on a school night, and doesn't go to bed until around 3am. He's a nutter with silly hair.

But overall, it was a damn good rave by my standards. It's just a shame that my clever laptop-connected-to-stereo-MP3-jukebox setup was spoilt by the appearance of a certain girl in a tub.

The whole evening generated an awful lot of rubbish- I made the effort to move it all to the kitchen "work" surface that night. The theory was that I'd come home on Monday and quickly bin it all then. Unfortunately, my parents got home first and nearly went mental. Whoops.

|||111611487200298192|||Exciting rave!