foam party plans

I’m feeling really annoyed right now. See, I was supposed to go to a foam party tonight with Michelle and–can you believe it?–my antisocial sister. As a matter of fact it was my sister who told me about the party; her crush would be there tonight she hasn’t seen him in weeks. But then her friend who was also supposed to go with her decided to go with someone else and when she found out about that she started having second thoughts about going to the party. As for me, I was really eager to go; I’ve never been to a foam party and it seemed like it would be a lot of fun.

Michelle promised me on Thursday that she’d come with me; my sister’s crush also happens to be her crush. Some of the guys from the play and a couple of girls from my school would be there too but since I don’t really know them as well as Michelle does, I didn’t want to go unless she was there. I’m somewhat of an introvert; I need to know at least one person in a party before I could bring myself to go. And since Michelle promised she’d accompany me, I made up my mind to go tonight.

However, there was one problem. Patsy–who is Michelle’s girlfriend in case you don’t know–is an extremely posessive and jealous person. She gets pissed even if Michelle just so much as mentions the names of her guy crushes–that’s how jealous she is. They had a huge fight over this party and Michelle ended up ditching me and the party just to pacify her angry girlfriend. That really pissed me off, not only because Michelle broke her promise to me but also because she can’t even stand up for herself. It bugs me when people let other people make their desicions for them. If Patsy really loved Michelle she’d set her free but obviously she’s just a very selfish person. How can Michelle live with such a person? If I had a boyfriend like Patsy I’d leave him in no time. I love my freedom too much to give it up just for some guy. It’s obviously not a healthy relationship…I predict that it will have a rather dramatic end. There was this really big hip-hop party in Glorietta last night that Kriya told me about, but since I had my heart set on going out tonight I told her I couldn’t make it. How I wish I went instead. Now too late to make plans with anyone…*sigh*

On a happier note, I will finally finally have my electric guitar within a week or two. Last week I mentioned to my uncle Sean that I really wanted an electric guitar, and then it just so happens that he has this red vintage Eko guitar that he hadn’t used in ages. That surprised me because I didn’t think my uncle knew how to play. He said he could lend it to me until his (non-existent at the moment) son turns sixteen. By then I will either be a very famous rock star with a huge collection of electric guitars or married with children. The only problem is that it’s all rusted inside because he hasn’t touched it in years, but I’d rather have it fixed than wait an eternity for my dad to get me my own guitar. He brought it over to the house yesterday and my mom had it fixed today. I’ll be getting it in two weeks at the most, but I hope it’ll be done by next week! I’m totally psyched. Since I’m a fast learner I can probably master the electric guitar in two weeks, and once I’m really good I’ll start advertising in newspapers for bandmates. Being in a band runs in my family. My mom told me that her uncles used to play in a band back when she was growing up. If it’s my destiny, then I’ll be the first in my family to be in a famous rock band.