The Best And Worst Night of My Life
Listening to: Swallow the Knife by Story of the Year
Feeling: bipolar

I'M WAY TOO HAPPY FOR MY SITUATION

Anyway, I probably won't be writing for a while, as I am not only banned from the computer, but I'm actually trying (and failing) to buckle down and do my f**king homework and take responsibility for myself instead of sitting on my ass in front of the computer 24/7.

This is something I entered into a journal entry contest on allpoetry.com and only then did it occur to me that it would be basically the perfect entry to sum up the surplus of events that happened over spring break. So, um, enjoy. May be the last you hear from me in a while.

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Ahh, what an eventful day I've had. Here I am, Sunday, 4 pm, still thinking about the goings on of 12 hours ago... Well, it really has been quite a lot for my emotions to handle...

I can't believe I finally got Joey to sneak out. I know it was a few days ago, but that still awes me. I mean, he's always been such a good boy, following the rules, mommy's little... er, precious...

But what I really can't wrap my mind around is that just two nights later, -he- convinced -me- to sneak out. Out of my house, under the watchful eyes of my grandmother, after midnight. I don't know how he did it, especially considering the fact that I'd been caught just the night before; but something in his IM "voice" just... got me.

I guess we shouldn't have done it, I mean, a small but loud group of teens (Oh, Kristen and Dannie came along, suppose I should've mentioned that awhile ago, but oh well) isn't really what one would call inconspicuous. There is a city curfew of 10 pm, after all. And Joey, after all this talking into, said he had a bad feeling about the whole thing. Great! Now he wants to go home, just when I was starting to have fun.

We probably should have let him go home.

The store we went to for snacks was closed (it was 3 am, go figure), so we headed back to my place (wrong move #732) for some coffee grounds for a jolt. Kristen and Dannie had to stay awake, as they had locked themselves out of their house and had to go back in after sunrise under the guise that they were out watching the sunrise and forgot the keys. My place was on the way to Joey's anyway, and he was getting really antsy to go home.

Well, maybe he is a bit psychic after all.

After we all pretty much puked from the coffee grounds (turns out they don't taste very good), Joey headed home. He got all paranoid and started asking me if the stories about angry hobos in the woods he had to cross were true. I told him to go home and get some sleep.

I was talking to Kristen and Dannie outside when I heard my grandma waking up. We hurried out of my back yard so as not to be caught, and across the street. There was about 3 minutes of calm before everything went terribly wrong.

All the lights went on in the house. Only now did I realize that the garage door was open, and for some unknown reason, I felt that fact was some majorly important thing. It was. Out came grandma, without her glasses, but with enough eyesight to spy Kristen's light-grey sweatshirt standing out against the near dark. She waved something in the air, and a tiny speck of red light flashed at me. "ELIZABETH!" she screamed, as though to let Siberia know what I had done, "I'VE GOT THE POLICE ON THE PHONE!"

Knowing there was nothing else to do, I reluctantly began the dreaded 50 foot walk to where she stood. "They want to talk to you." She said, in a voice of extreme disappointment or suppressed rage, I couldn't quite tell which. "Hello?" I whispered into the phone, for some reason still afraid of waking the neighbors with my normal, loud voice. The woman on the phone sounded tired, but I couldn't quite make out what she was saying as my grandma pulled me by the hair into the house. She sat me down on the couch and stared the stare of 1000 deaths at me as I spoke quietly to the detective.

"Well, Joey's mom was just scared because he apparently left his instant messages open and you said some threatening things to him -- here, she read it to me verbatim: 'Killing is against my morals, but I wouldn't mind tying you to a tree and maiming you a bit,'" came the sleepy voice over the phone, repeating the words I had said jokingly three or four hours prior. Suddenly I came to the biggest epiphany in recent history:

Joey's not psychic.

He was just stupid enough to leave his IMs open while sneaking out, and cowardly enough that when he realized what he had done, he could not confess his moronity to his companions in delinquency.

But that's okay. Kristen and Dannie got away with it, at least. I had a lot of fun. And Joey didn't go without adequate punishment. Poor, poor Joey... He's never allowed on the internet again. He can't leave the house, can't use the phone, and isn't allowed to play his precious computer games.

But then, I suppose I'm not that well off either.

I mean, Joey's mom is trying to get a restraining order against me...

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i wish i were psychic. one time though, i was like oo betcha i'm gonna lose my keys...and i did.

LoveLaurel
woah, talk about bad luck.

LtgL
-E
[utopianexistance]
good story telling, most people would have added 2 billin 'likes'. I lose interest easily and I read the entire thing.

LtgL
-E
[utopianexistance]
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