Erm, Im mad at my parents, they made me get all dressed up for my dad's cousins (or something) birthday, 75 years of age. We get there an hour early, no reason, he comes about a half an hour after planned. . .then there was stuff and stuff and stuff, mainly dancing and watching his 5 daughters do stuff, I didnt dance, I hung out in the bar room where there was like no one. The most enjoyable part was watching the waiters pass by, they were hot O.O . But two out of the three talked to me (niether of which is the one I pretty much watched all night), one of which asked my sister for her number, so she got something, and I got nothing, cause Im a guy looking for a guy, sometimes, it depresses me that not all men are gay ::sigh:: the other one might have been gay, not sure. but anyways, then my parents got drunk of thier asses and couldnt walk, my mom was drousy as fuck, and my dad was puking, and Im so mad at them for their irresponsible actions, I mean, niether could drive and my sister was ok but still, my little sister was thier, I swear, shes going to grow up to be a dyke version of my mom, with her "I wish I was a boy." That scared me. But whatever, its not 5, I need sleep.