we're our own party.

oh hey, it's my best friends birthday. (: 

we went to a party. for him and two other people who are also my favorites. 

we arrive, and people are cliquey. but it's cool. we won't let them ruin it for us.. (: 

we stand around the trashcan in the corner. telling the funniest jokes. (hah. or not) and reading laffy taffy jokes. we laugh hysterically and everyone else is probably jealous we're having so much fun, because they're still awkwardly standing around. either that or they really think we're high. 

(and we had 2 of the 3 birthday kids with us) 

kids box each other. and instead of watching, we find the bug zapper. and stand in a circle holding hands. while one person reaches a stick in. 

and the shock goes all the way around the circle. i held two cute kids hands. (:

we sit around the campfire. it's super super awkward. so we leave. 

we push the swings back and forth and make people run and jump through them. or fall.

and we reunite with old friends. reminiscing over old times. (like when jess punched him and he cried?)  

we watch the four most attractive boys there have slap wars. no big deal. boys are dumb sometimes. 

we spy on the awkward couple by the fence. and dare people to go seperate them. 

i walk around the corner.  find awkward couple number two. and mask guy is conveniently standing right behind them. i might've screamed and fallen over.. (oops sorry to interrupt your macking session.)

some people we avoid. and with others we become best friends. 

i might've flirted with a super cute boy. lots.. he probably gave me a hug goodbye.

while i was wearing that other boys jacket? and we've been texting ever since? (: 

was it one of the most fun parties ever? definitely. 

because let's be real. we make our own party. (: 

yeah bad news. i took zero pictures.