Even in death you can never escape from yourself....

Sometimes I need to be reminded of why I like being antisocial. Today I got a blatant one.

I believe I mentioned a party in an earlier blog post. If I didn't, then I'm dillusional (*shrug*). In any case, I went dispite the fact I really didn't want to. Heh. I forced myself to go anyway just to at least say I've been to a party at least once.

It was the most boring moment of my entire existence.

That is saying alot. It beat out the time I got stuck at my Aunt's house, literally staring at a wall for three days straight without anyone to talk to, no TV, no CD player...nothing. I resorted to counting carpet fibers. (I lost count somewhere after 6,000 though...)

And even that didn't hold a candle to the boredom that was this evening.

The party itself wasn't that big. About 15 people. Unfortunately, five or so of them were The Brat's freshman friends. Their biggest thrill was walking up to a gas station a mile away and trying to convince the cashier to sell them cigarettes. I basically walked in, blinked, stared at the wall, and tried to listen to the Cradle of Filth CD playing ridiculously loud.

I suppose it might have been somewhat fun were I the type to goof off.

But I'm not.

Even the "host" was bored. We ended up having a whole conversation about how boring his party was. On one humorous note though, someone decided to jump into a trashcan only to accidently get himself stuck. Way to go moron.

I bailed early after being there for only two hours. The dark confines of my room seemed not so much cagelike anymore, as they did a dark oasis. Thankfully, one positive thing came out of this, I now have a copy of one of the OTEP CDs that I've been dying to listen to. After listening to it straight though I can honestly tell myself....it was so worth it. Just.....

I'm never doing that again.