This Is the Meaning of the Title Of My Blog

Hey all!
*Oh my God, she's blogging again, quick what do we do?*
No, no, don't worry, I haven't developed schizophrenia, or however you spell it, that's everyone reading!
*Dear God, she expects us to laugh at that horrendous joke*
Shut up, I know that was bad.
Anywho, I've posted again! Whoa, what a change!
As always, my life is boring as usual. Ha, not!
Well sort of, but not really! I had the most amazing New Year's/New Year's Eve, ever!
So I went to a party, because parties are fun, right? Anyways, at this party happiness happened.
I danced a lot. At first I hardly did because I'm insecure about my dancing, really, but once the lights were off, the strobe lights were on, and people just didn't give a shit, I danced for real. And I had fun!
Who knew?
Of course though, the dancing stopped and thus started well, other things I guess.
We played truth or dare which resulted in two boys licking the trash can and the wall, and then we all quit. So that didn't stick.
And they had a little bar going on with pop and whatnot, no alcohol, sadly.
This boy who I really don't like but we have this little tolerate/hate relationship going on, he mixed like ten pixie sticks with his sprite and he made me drink it out of his glass, which was really good, and so yeah, and then I started acting stupid and I spilled rootbeer all over this bitches shoes and she got pissed.
A glow stick errupted in my face.
We watched Paranormal Activity Two and Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, dear God that was terrifying.
A boy held my hand.
I was grinded on.
I was told I was pretty.
I made a fool out of myself in front of a cute boy by screaming my head off in front of him. I apologized for that.
I stared at two shirtless boys.
I danced with three shirtless boys.
I snorted a pixie stick. I was the only girl who snorted a pixie stick. It burned.
I was accused of dating my friend. I petted said friend's face seductively.
Three boys laid on top of me.
I was yelled at for not moving my legs while I danced.
I helped smear glow stick juice on a hot guy's bare stomach.
I wore a glow stick on my head all night.
I went from sitting along in the corner to being called to sit by a really cute guy.
I was told I was fun for once by six people. I'm never fun.
And last but not least, I almost had my first kiss. So close yet so far away. I was told to kiss this guy at midnight, long story short I almost did but didn't.
Yeah, so it was a beautiful night.
And trust me, I am never telling my mother any of this. Ever. Nope. Not even now. Don't you do it either.