It's odd that I would think of Parties as strange occurrences. They are supposed to be about fun and socialising. But I find myself challenged by the prospect of baring all to the world. Parties are where people really get to know each other. It's like a pool of different souls swimming around with the chance of finding a new friend. Personally, I struggle with the concept.
It's my English house mates B'day today and I am dressed as a 1950's mountain climber. Baring all to the world. Well not all, but lets face it I look pretty silly. English housemate has a dress on that I think looks fine - she thinks she looks awful. And Mr PNG is in black and white shorts with a button up shirt, and Mr Vego is in a Leather jacket - "...Isn't it Ironic".
If you haven't already guessed, we are having a bad taste party. Admittedly my costume isn't so much bad taste as odd taste. I am the token rock climber in the house so of course I would dress up as a mountaineer. Really I just didn't want to dress up as a girl.
I'll leave this entry shorts as I might be critised for writing blog entries while there is a party going on.
Adios amigos
Nengi
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