Hell Hath No Fury

This will probably have a few grammar/spelling errors in it because it's 4 AM and I'm too tired to go back and edit stupid mistakes. I'll try my best, though.

If you've been reading this blog lately, you'll know about the post where I compared myself to Cinderella. Well, bitches, Cinderella struck back tonight! And not even on purpose. :P

So, there was an improv show tonight and, as always, there was a party afterward. At this party, which I said I really didn't wanna drink at, I had ONE Smirnoff Ice (which was fantastic, by the way, I highly recommend them if you're a girly-girl, lightweight, or flamboyantly gay man), and I didn't have anything else for the rest of the night. And I drank it slowly while eating cheese puffs, so I didn't even feel anything.

You might be wondering why I'm justifying this. I'll explain now: When I am drinking, I'm a very loving person. Hence me making out with two separate guys at two separate parties while intoxicated. So, maybe not loving. Whore-ish.

So they started playing pong in the pong room, and we hung around until the end of the first game and then most of us left for the living room (most of us being girls). There were about three or four guys in there with us and we were having bunches of awkward conversations. Blah blah blah. Eventually, this guy Kyle and I just started flirting very openly with each other (but not really seriously. It was more of a playful thing, like how I used to play-flirt with Nick back in Etown.). At some point, I stole his seat while he was getting another beer. The Boy (aka Alex aka the Prince mentioned in that emo blog) was sitting on the other couch with a Claire, Jen, and a guy whose name I THINK is Steven. Kyle comes back out of the kitchen and kinda gapes at me incredulously, so I give him the sign for suck it and tell him to sit on my lap if he's going to be so butt hurt about it.

He does this. And, I know this makes me sound like a horrible person, but I was elated for the rest of the night because Alex didn't genuinely smile for at least ten minutes. I realized that I did the same exact thing to him that he did to me while Kyle was sitting on my lap, and on one hand, I felt like a bitch, and on the other, I felt like a victorious bitch.

Kyle got up after a wonderful conversation about how many gallons of little children we can fit into our respective trunks (please don't ask me to explain this. It's really fucked up), and I made a show about how I'd lost feeling in one of my legs. Steven got up and went outside to smoke, and Claire, being ridiculous, moved over to my couch in an attempt to seduce me (but not really). I grabbed a pillow and put it between us, but Alex invited me to sit on the couch with him and Jen.

So...yeah. I win. I totally fucking win.

Who knew Cinderella could be a vindictive bitch? :P