Am I not good enough? Am I not?! Why do people only talk to me when they need something. Like an adjacent chair. What is with that? And what the hell is with groupies? Like, they are all bogans, and they all say "Wazzaaaa!". They are gay. And what is with everyone being 18. Even if they look 15. I swear, it sucks having nobody to talk to except your also non-other person knowing flatmate.

We go to this toga party at uni, and like, they embarress us first up by telling us, it's not at 7pm, noooo, it's at 8pm. So we wait, and wait....and wait. Then we go to the entrance, pay our $2 fee for not wearing a toga, and then breath test us.... because we are underage... UNDERAGE?!! ARGHHH! They take my I.D, which makes me feel totally vunerable. Then to make it worse, they stamp 'ENTERED' onto my arm... Why not 'REJECT' or 'LOSER'? Um...cha? Fucking gaylords.

Ok, so we get into the club, and like there are only a few people, so we are like 'cool'. We go find a seat where there is the least trace of smoke, at this 6 seat table... BIG MISTAKE. Not only are we sitting at a 6 seat table, but we end up being the only 2 guys at the table. Of course people enter, look at us, and go straight to the bar. Fucking pricks. Fucking bogan pricks. They all know eachother. And we are left alone.

So anyways, these chicks come over to us, and I'm like 'About time some chicks felt some pity.' But I was fucking wrong. No, they come over to us to take our chairs. So they take 2 of them, and sit about half a meter away from us, backs turned and all. Then another chick comes up to us, same deal. So we have 2 seats remaining, so we try and fend off the oncoming hoards of seatless chicks, who are obviously too good for us. Then we just let some chicks take them, because as usual, nobody will come talk to us.

Then I see the civic video vixen, whom I was so tempted to go up to and say 'I was at the video store lastnight, you weren't there, I waited, you didn't show.' like a deranged stalker. I so should have. Anywho, some chick ends up taking our ashtray. Like wtf? I was so gonna say to the next person, 'You want my fucking pants too?!!' These people atleast could leave us with some dignity. The only good thing to happen to me was a guy came and took my empty can of coke away. Yes, the only fucking person drinking coke in the whole joint. Lol, meanwhile I am trying to hide the 'loser' stamp from onlooking chicks. And the only other good thing is a chick running her arm down my side... either she was purposely touching me, or she was trying to get past. Oh yeah, some chick yelled at me for no particular reason.... BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

I'm a little glad that I didn't get any chicks interested. Because I love my Stacey, and if a chick offered me some.... stuff, I think I would have told her to piss off. So I end up ringing Stacey coz I love her and stuff, and that made my night alot better.

Anyways, we decided to leave after the band started singing some silverchair song. And now, after getting my card back from the twin bulldogs outside, and getting breath tested...again, I am here. Obviously after I rang my sister, I love her too, who picked us up without question.

So yeah, I guess I'm not good enough for some slutty skanky hoes who look like they are 15 and dance like complete fucking tards. All well, I love Stacey. And she's more than good enough for me. 'Wazzaaaa!'