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I'm so incredibly tired. Last night my two roommates and I got so smashed, just because. The three of us were going crazy in our room until about 4am, and of course I couldn't sleep at ALL. I usually take an Adivan to sleep, but I'm afraid to take one after I've been drinking, so I think I got about an hour of sleep. I woke up this morning and remembered that we wrote the stupidest shit ALL over the walls, the ceiling, and the bathroom in MARKERS. MARKERS!!!! AND we stuck a Reece's peanut butter cup to the wall and drew a little stick figure man around it (the cup was the head, creative no?). If that's not insane enough, we also toilet papered our OWN ROOM. Yeah. We're fucking ridiculous. But hey, good times were had, and class attendance was non-existant from room 21 :)
Chris came to visit me yesterday. You HAD to know that I wouldn't make a post without at least mentioning his name because I'm a FREAK. We had a great time, as always. We went walking around in the rain (but that's only because we're both retarded and don't own umbrellas/rain coats) and saw Napoleon Dynamite (SO funny) and went out to eat, then we went back to my dorm and watched the end of Fight Club and then crappy MTV reality shows. It was fabulous. He's so good to me, seriously. I feel like there should be something wrong, you know? I even asked him, just joking around, if there was something wrong with him! It's just so weird because we actually love each other (well...as much as you can love someone for knowing them for a month, you know what I mean) and that has never happened to me before. It has always been unrequited in every single situation, but it's so mutual between us that it almost scares me. I worry all the time about ruining it somehow. Like last night I sent him a text message when I was drunk saying something like "I'm drunk, I love you, and thanks for coming today" and I feel SO SO SO bad about it, just because it's retarded to sent text messages to someone when you're drunk. BLAH. I haven't talked to him yet today, so hopefully he'll actually call me so I can apologize profusely.
I have TWO exams tomorrow. I gotta get on that. Pimp My Ride is on. I fucking HATE this show. Goodbye.
Chris came to visit me yesterday. You HAD to know that I wouldn't make a post without at least mentioning his name because I'm a FREAK. We had a great time, as always. We went walking around in the rain (but that's only because we're both retarded and don't own umbrellas/rain coats) and saw Napoleon Dynamite (SO funny) and went out to eat, then we went back to my dorm and watched the end of Fight Club and then crappy MTV reality shows. It was fabulous. He's so good to me, seriously. I feel like there should be something wrong, you know? I even asked him, just joking around, if there was something wrong with him! It's just so weird because we actually love each other (well...as much as you can love someone for knowing them for a month, you know what I mean) and that has never happened to me before. It has always been unrequited in every single situation, but it's so mutual between us that it almost scares me. I worry all the time about ruining it somehow. Like last night I sent him a text message when I was drunk saying something like "I'm drunk, I love you, and thanks for coming today" and I feel SO SO SO bad about it, just because it's retarded to sent text messages to someone when you're drunk. BLAH. I haven't talked to him yet today, so hopefully he'll actually call me so I can apologize profusely.
I have TWO exams tomorrow. I gotta get on that. Pimp My Ride is on. I fucking HATE this show. Goodbye.