Well then...

Yesterday Stephy asked me if it was ok if he could have a few friends over for a get together. I figured sure why not, the rents are gone, they're in Maui now and having friends over never hurt anyone. Not only that, I remembered Stephy's friends to be cute little munchkins when they were in grade 7. Oh boy was I wrong!
I was kinda hoping to go to sleep early so that I could have a nice full day of studying tomorrow. Not going to happen I think. Techno music, blaring, there's a bunch of 17 - 19 year olds drunk upstairs, some outside smoking up and the cat is scared for her life, hiding downstairs. I've abandoned the idea of going to sleep because I think it would be best for me to stay up just in case something happens (we're two hours in, one guy has already stabbed himself with a knife while making an apple bong - thanks to Aaron and crew for teaching my back in the day how to make one, I completed it and it was a damn awesome bong, one's spilt salsa all over the white carpet - a tarp would have been a good idea, there are many broken glasses and the kitchen is sticky with pepsi and rum. Oh well!
It's good to see my brother having a good time. Everyone else seems to be having fun as well too. If my neuropath mark suffers cuz of this, I'll be fine with it. My brother's worth all this.