what cures a really bad mood? when all you want to do is curl up in bed, without breakfast, lunch, and dinner… just to lie there and wallow in the hardships of the week. a bad mood, indeed.

last night, i attended a graduation dinner of my friends’ from st. george’s and rode a white limo with them. i had changed my evening gown attire at a person’s house and threw the clothing-filled bag into the trunk of the limo along with leather sandals which were borrowed from my younger sister. as the night progressed, we found ourselves at a little after-party for the st. george’s graduation at another frat-house. the place was definitely a mess. the walls were covered in garbage bags and the couches looked stinky and old. the place wasn’t at all inviting in my perspective. but i mingled for a bit. drank for a bit. walked around for a bit. the party didn’t get me—i didn’t get it. as i watched passed out bodies lying on the sofa and young men and women who had just met that night making out in the corners, i felt naked and conspicuous; i stuck out like a sore thumb.

nearing three o’clock in the morning, i knew i had to be home soon. i had three alternatives: 1) staying at the party watching a few of my friends getting manhandled, 2) going home by myself in the limo, as everyone else wanted to stay until an ungodly 6:00 AM, or 3) calling my older sister to drive all the way down southwest marine drive, all the way down the UBC highway, all the way into the university campus, until she spies my infantile person standing outside of the frat-house.

i went with door no. 3. it seemed to be the most comfortable scenario of the alternatives, although i knew my sister would give me a stern talking-to. and just to make matters worse, when she pulled up to the street beside the party location, two cops cars were poised right outside, making the initial impression of the shindig to my sister somewhat incriminating. how bad.

so, here i am… in a bad mood. it’s bad because my friends were too self-absorbed and were only worried about staying at the “kEwLiEz” party with the cool drunkards and it’s bad because i had a bad sleep, only to be awakened by another sister who demanded to know where her sandals were.