Friday....ITS FINALLY CAME!

Friday. The only day what can make a stripper teenager do a half face smile. The only day what sounds some what appetizing.

All I've heard about today is party, party, someone called Josh who's having a party, when's the next party, I'm having a party. It seems the whole teenage life revolves around parties and getting drunk. When you were little you used to actually dance at a party (normally cha cha slide or Saturday nights. When we got older drink became the song). Now all we do it sit and drink and normally bitch about someone who's in the kitchen, then be friends with them when they finally emerge. It's not that I don't like parties, I do. I just don't like the preparation for a party.

Usually, on the rare occasion I get invited to one I spend most of my time searching the internet for a dress I'll only wear once (I seem to have this fear of wearing an outfit more than once), washing my extensions and styling them (I won't wear them, I never do but I always do this just incase in the rare occasion I do). It takes hours if not days to get ready for what?6 hours of drunken antics. It's horrible but us teen love it.

If I could offer some friendly advice to my 12 year old self. Don't do parties until YOU feel YOU are Ready for one massive hangover and probably lots of visits to the bathroom and maybe a night beside the toilet. Just stop panicking, you will get invited just don't push for it. Chill out!

Party, Party, Party
I hate you.
Mwah x