When I woke up, I had a major headache and barfed a lot. Laz was still mad at me for hosting the party. He gave me some hangover stuff and took me to the doctor’s office because I drank gasoline. The doctor said I’ll be fine if I barf it all out and gave me some meds just in case. Laz decided to “punish me” when we got home. Once we entered my place, Laz fucked me so hard I couldn’t walk for a week or two, RIGHT ON MY BLACK COUCH! I hate him istg- Anyways, when I got to school, everyone was asking me to have another party, and I agreed! I put it off until the weekend after next, so I'll have time to prepare. One dude even commented on my pole-dancing… The teachers were wondering how I’d get so popular, and I told them! They also wanted to join, and I let them. They couldn’t wait! No one could wait really! I think that everyone thought I was epic- and I was right-