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Kinda ironic that my comic is about alcohol when that's what I'm about to complain about.
I was all excited to go on senior week and everything, and I thought I had an awesome house because I liked most of the people there and I trusted them and there were certain people who I knew...well, THOUGHT I knew...would keep the house dry.
Guess what. The house isn't dry.
Now, you may be saying, just go, UM, and don't drink! Well, a few problems:
1. WE'RE GONNA GET CAUGHT.
2. Do you really think I would place myself in one building with eighteen drunk teenagers? Some of which I'm not particularly friends with, just aquaintances, and others who HATE ME? (Well only one other...) I'm concerned for my life, here!
3. Why am I concerned for my life? It can't be that bad, right? Well, on my mom's senior week, her class valedictorian and good friend got killed by a drunk driver.
I hate teenagers.
I'm ready to yell at the one kid who put me on this list. I thought he was going to be a big force in keeping the place dry. Dammit all...
Anyways, there goes my senior week. The title is an add-on to "Et tu, Brute?", from Julius Caesar.
Well, anyway, pissiness at teenagers aside...I need to get to work on my stupid story... XP I also need an opening for OotRH, because I really can't post until someone else does...
Well now I feel absolutely lovely... -_- Tata, guys.
~Mattie
