My Super Sweet 16 Infuriates me
I'm 19 years old going on 20.
I should invite the Super Sweet 16 crew to film my party and what not. Here's how it would go:
-I wouldn't have a party planner
-My outfit would cost a grand total of 100 pounds (Jumper from Hobos, Primark tee (3 pack for 2 quid), Topman jeans and Base shoes)
-I would set up a facebook event (you can film me clicking people to invite)
-You can see me not giving a shit if people have said no.
-You can see me deliberate over the venue (The Union or Oceana)
-Me ringing them to ask if they are open and happy for me to come (I AM A VIP)
-Me doing my big performace (ranging from the Turk dance to showing my pants)
-Possible disaster of vomitous or argument.
-Everyone leaving to my big present of a car (a black Hackey Cab)
-Buffet of cheese, chips and gravy
Sounds fucking beautiful.
But really, its like fucking yes, there are rich people out there who hire out posh nightclubs, decorate them to their standards and get given a car and a trip to New York at the end of it. But 90% of 16-20 year olds who would like a party like this, wouldn't be able to afford it.
I watch it and feel sick at some of the conceited people on there. Andre Spence I am looking at you. He epitomised the type of people who shouldn't be allowed to spend money. I think it was his 18th birthday and he hired out a nightclub. Bitched that it wasn't ready and then patronised the guy trying to kit it out for him. Then badgered his mum saying "what's my birthday present?" and generally being a spoilt little cunt.
It's so annoying to watch. That's my hopes for my party up there. I'll get drunk and go to a club, go get chips and go home with Hannah. And that's fucking perfect for me. These people get pissy because they don't get a huge performer or if they don't get a fucking fantastic present like an elephant or a diamond encrusted shitter, thet say there birthday is ruined.
Fuck off.
I should invite the Super Sweet 16 crew to film my party and what not. Here's how it would go:
-I wouldn't have a party planner
-My outfit would cost a grand total of 100 pounds (Jumper from Hobos, Primark tee (3 pack for 2 quid), Topman jeans and Base shoes)
-I would set up a facebook event (you can film me clicking people to invite)
-You can see me not giving a shit if people have said no.
-You can see me deliberate over the venue (The Union or Oceana)
-Me ringing them to ask if they are open and happy for me to come (I AM A VIP)
-Me doing my big performace (ranging from the Turk dance to showing my pants)
-Possible disaster of vomitous or argument.
-Everyone leaving to my big present of a car (a black Hackey Cab)
-Buffet of cheese, chips and gravy
Sounds fucking beautiful.
But really, its like fucking yes, there are rich people out there who hire out posh nightclubs, decorate them to their standards and get given a car and a trip to New York at the end of it. But 90% of 16-20 year olds who would like a party like this, wouldn't be able to afford it.
I watch it and feel sick at some of the conceited people on there. Andre Spence I am looking at you. He epitomised the type of people who shouldn't be allowed to spend money. I think it was his 18th birthday and he hired out a nightclub. Bitched that it wasn't ready and then patronised the guy trying to kit it out for him. Then badgered his mum saying "what's my birthday present?" and generally being a spoilt little cunt.
It's so annoying to watch. That's my hopes for my party up there. I'll get drunk and go to a club, go get chips and go home with Hannah. And that's fucking perfect for me. These people get pissy because they don't get a huge performer or if they don't get a fucking fantastic present like an elephant or a diamond encrusted shitter, thet say there birthday is ruined.
Fuck off.
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