poker party place

Okay well today I was just gonna rant about some boring party I went to where I met this one girl and stuff but I'll do that later. Right now is how the internet hates me.
I decide to go onto blogspot to spend the next 20 minutes or so before I have to go and pick up my cousin from work and drop off some movies at Blockbuster and I'm not logged in. Now I'm the only one in my house who actually goes on stuff other then myspace and celebrity gossip pages (although I do do both) so I'm like: "eh, wtf?" And I try to log in...and it doesn't work. And after I've tried...nine or so times, I press the helpful little button saying 'Forgot your password?' After....two seconds I get an email. The most unhelpful crap ever saying to go to that link. I do it and it's saying that I'm signed up to blogspot. I'm like: 'Oh my god...FOREAL?' So I go to that link and it's supposed to email me the link so I can reset my password. After my oh-so patient self waits a good...two minutes I press the button again, going through the unhelpful process. Finally after I've pressed the button to get the link to reset my password do I get it. I change my password, and the world decides to like me. And you see the bolded 'supposed'? That's when I got my second email...

Now I said something about a boring party right? Oh yeah. So I basically live with a buncha old people who have 500 hobbies that consist of sleeping, poker, eating, mah johng, tv, complaining, and talking about how people in my neighborhood, except all 500 of their old friends, are idiots -which most of them are actually-. So today everyone except my cousin whose working, went to a poker party. Now I don't play poker unless there's a definite chance I could win, so I stayed home. Besides, I'm 12. They wouldn't let me play anyways. Me, having no interest in listening to older people talk and yell at random times because I guy lost, stayed home. So I was on the computer, minding my own business when I get a phone call, which consisted of this:
"Yeah?"
"Jordan, there's a girl about your age here and I would like it if you came."
"..."
"Jordan."
"Where is it?"
"-gives address-"
"And how am I supposed to get there?"
"Ring the doorbell!"
"Well dur, but...never mind. What's the address again?"
"-gives address again-"
"It'll take me a while."
"Okay."
And I hung up. Now you can tell my mother's obviously not helpful. But she's trying to set me up on a playdate. I'm 12...I don't want to go on a playdate. And I'm shy...my mom's ALWAYS trying to get me to 'go talk to that kid over there that's friends with my coworks daughters babysitters aunt.' And I don't want to. But, none the less, I decided to get off my butt, put some eyeliner on, and leave. And as soon as I get outside the wind sends me practically flying. After a good...20 minute walk, I get there...to not be able to find my aunt's car or remember the address. I try calling my mom and she doesn't answer...eight times. I finally see a kid and ask her if that's where the poker party place is. Turns out that's the kid my mom wanted me to meet. So, of course, I barely knew the kid, so I eat with my mom and talk and stuff. And then, of course, my aunt goes and get's the girl and like, forces the girl to sit down and talk to me, in which I'm feeling very sympathetic. Now I suggest if she wants to go to the front where it's quiet and less awkward or whatever. And so we talk and blah blah, and finally people have stopped shoving us down each other's throats. And we hang out and stuff.

So later, when it's freezing outside, we're outside talkin with the adults and stuff and then it's getting cold, late, and boring. Finally, my mom takes me home and I have the girl's aim and myspace and crap. The girl's, Sammi, nice and stuff and yeah. But the party was boring as hell.

Wasn't my day awesome? And...I'm not even going to Blockbuster anymore...

Jordan