welp let's see. It was more like spring 2 weeks for me, since today is the first day i havent been drunk since 2 sundays ago. a fourteen day streak is never okay. the highlight would be on friday, when i decided to burn my futon along with our kitchen table, 6 stools, a chair, and some boxes. and my nOTEBOOK. ugh. so now we have only camping chairs and a couch, and i dont have ethics notes. whoops.
um i blew threw about 200 dollars at the bar between the past two weeks, the highlight of THAT being when i saw jerome dyson at teds and i got so drunk, fought with the this boy ive hooked up with because he said i would look better without bangs so i went pyscho. so i was so drunk mad that i was yelling in the bar, screaming, and calling my friend colin nine times to pick me up even though he lives 20 minutes away, and texting him every five minutes "where are you?!". previous to that gem i went up to dyson, asked to take a pic, then told him sorry for treating him like a celeb, laughed at him because he got a real glass cup and i had a plastic one and told him all night that he was "Sooooooo coool". i then proceeded to give him my number, and told him to call me, which he texted me the next day and said "whats good ma". I left the bar after the yelling about bangs incident and left my debit card there, and good ol teds charged me 50 dolalrs for god knows what. so i overdrew on my debit card and my parents are not talking to me, and i have twenty dollars cash. total.
hasheem came into my friends apt on carriage night and i felt so cool that i was like "TAKE A PICTURE!" but he was not having it. so we sat on the chair and gabbed for two seconds. aka i told him i liked his twitter. he definitely thinks i am pyscho stalker, which i am to an extent, so im cool with it.
on thursday, i stole 2 hotdogs off a grill near ashley durkins apt because "if no one was near them they were fair game". i got quasi chased and ate one in the woods. alone.
on saturday afternoon i had no food left because everyone had eaten mine on friday when it was celeron apt day. so me and my friend allie drunk ran the rape trail with coffee mugs of vodka and juice, snuck into the dining hall, and had three courses. we ate so much that i forgot that i even ate a chicken sandwhich among 2 potato skins, corn on the cob, and three pieces of pizza. i threw up all the way back to my apt, yelling "I AM NOT A FRESHMAN"
those are the highlights, and the only reason i can even remember these gems is because they were mostly earlier in the days/nights.
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