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Sunday, July 24, 2005

... Every party has a pooper...

And it was me. You know what isn't cool? Going swimming drunk. 'Haha, we're all young people out late at night, we should show off to each other by tossing our nearly naked bodies off the diving board and bringing bottles of beer into the pool. Also by throwing girls around. '

Yes, I'm like a mom. But it's NOT cool. Yes, I went swimming. And stuck to the edge, because even though nothing went wrong, the odds were pretty effing high. Of course we should have fun, and be crazy and do stupid things that are excused only because we're not quite adults yet. But it wouldn't be so fun and crazy if someone actually did get dropped, or a glass bottle got broken, or someone flipped someone a little too far and they hit the wall. That's when you read about it in the newspaper the next day and say "those stupid teenagers". And for some people, that seems to be the only way they'll learn, when someone finally gets hurt.

I value my friends because they are all mature and responsible, and for the most part last night they took care of themselves during all of this. And it was pretty fun. But I'm the one who went in and turned the light on. I'm the one who figured out where the telephone was, in case of an emergency, and kept an eye on everyone. I'm the one who wouldn't get in a pool noodle fight, because I saw how impaired some peoples visual judgement was and how close a few people were to getting pummeled.

So, yay for being young and all that jazz. Yes, I'm the party pooper. Sorry. I just don't want the fun I'm having one night to affect the lives of people because of a stupid accident that could have easily been prevented.

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Also: Sometimes the stupidest things really bother me.

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