Weeee.
Finally managed to get myself drunk last night. Turned out to be a great evening.
There wasn't many of us at first, but of course- as it always does- the party grew and grew.
At one point, Pat and Kyle walked in- and I sighed a sigh of relief. (I really needed to see Pat, for some reason).
Damien threw me into Osel (aka the couch) and I smacked my head on the wall. Osel was not supposed to get up, but just as Damien threw me, he moved to get a drink- and I went straight into the couch/wall.
Pat was childlishly bouncing a huge excersise ball, as hard as he could- which resulted in the ball smashing the light and Pat being left with (no shirt?) and a bloody eyebrow. It was insanlely adorable.
Carmen fell down a flight of steps at Julians.
I pulled a tendon in my calve. Or something.
Aaron fell off of his skateboard, while trying to go home drunk, and smoked his face into the ground. He looks like the biggest hick now. Hes missing half of his front tooth, and has all these gashes and scrapes on the right of his face.
Owen fell into the table full of drinks, and Nikki and I's feet/legs got soaked in sticky liqour- so we went and had a bathtub leg cleaning party.
Pierman is absolutly hilarious.
Pat was sitting with me and telling me all kinds of awesome secrets. He kept kissing my cheek, too.
We both decided it was really hot, and unofficially agreed (without saying a word) to go home together. Needing alone time.
So we greatly did.
As sooon as we got to his place, clothes were coming off left right and center.
Drunk sex is near possibly the best sex, evah.
It lasted a good long time, too. And Kyle didn't walk in on us, like he did the night before, and a couple other random times.
Afterwards was such a good afterwards. We were both exhausted, and sore, and sweaty, and we just laid in bed for a little bit.
We both put on our comfy pants.
Then he told me more secrets.
And we talked about math.
And this weird thesis document that was over 49 slides long. None of it made sence. We laughed for a good long time.
And then we just laid down again for a long time, with his arms wrapped around me and his lips kissing my back.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone rings. I didn't want to pick up- so I didn't, but figured I had better be getting home.
My cab driver and I had a good long talk. I learned all about what its like to be a cabbie.
Today Ariana and I got sandwiches, that were so good I could've died 3 times. 3 times.
Tonight we went to Osels, did nothing. Smothered Gram with pillows. Tickled Os.
I was in a weird mood though, and I didnt want to stay.
We went to Aarons/Owens/Geoffs/Myna- whoever the fucks house, because they were having a party.
I think maybe Myna and Mitch are back together? If not, they seem like they are getting closer again.
Mitch had drinken 4 fortys and a beer. Or so he claims.
I call Aaron 'Cleatus' until he gets his teeth fixed.
Terry showed up, ranted and lectured, walked me home- ranted and lectured.
Mike was suprisingly glad Terry had walked me home (?)
I didnt stay at Owens for long, I felt weird and wanted to leave.
And my leg hurt.
Before leaving Owen gave me a hug and told me to call him. "Call me sometime, you never call me.. I hate you"
I told him 'I love you too' and that I would call.
Oh- and at one point, I was talking to Julia, and she was like "Im glad, because Pat's cute, and I know whats going on there" and winked and hugged me.
Owen looked at me- and monotonely said "no comment" and lit his smoke.
Heehee.
Funny thing is though- last night, I hardly even noticed Owen, because of Pat.
There wasn't many of us at first, but of course- as it always does- the party grew and grew.
At one point, Pat and Kyle walked in- and I sighed a sigh of relief. (I really needed to see Pat, for some reason).
Damien threw me into Osel (aka the couch) and I smacked my head on the wall. Osel was not supposed to get up, but just as Damien threw me, he moved to get a drink- and I went straight into the couch/wall.
Pat was childlishly bouncing a huge excersise ball, as hard as he could- which resulted in the ball smashing the light and Pat being left with (no shirt?) and a bloody eyebrow. It was insanlely adorable.
Carmen fell down a flight of steps at Julians.
I pulled a tendon in my calve. Or something.
Aaron fell off of his skateboard, while trying to go home drunk, and smoked his face into the ground. He looks like the biggest hick now. Hes missing half of his front tooth, and has all these gashes and scrapes on the right of his face.
Owen fell into the table full of drinks, and Nikki and I's feet/legs got soaked in sticky liqour- so we went and had a bathtub leg cleaning party.
Pierman is absolutly hilarious.
Pat was sitting with me and telling me all kinds of awesome secrets. He kept kissing my cheek, too.
We both decided it was really hot, and unofficially agreed (without saying a word) to go home together. Needing alone time.
So we greatly did.
As sooon as we got to his place, clothes were coming off left right and center.
Drunk sex is near possibly the best sex, evah.
It lasted a good long time, too. And Kyle didn't walk in on us, like he did the night before, and a couple other random times.
Afterwards was such a good afterwards. We were both exhausted, and sore, and sweaty, and we just laid in bed for a little bit.
We both put on our comfy pants.
Then he told me more secrets.
And we talked about math.
And this weird thesis document that was over 49 slides long. None of it made sence. We laughed for a good long time.
And then we just laid down again for a long time, with his arms wrapped around me and his lips kissing my back.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone rings. I didn't want to pick up- so I didn't, but figured I had better be getting home.
My cab driver and I had a good long talk. I learned all about what its like to be a cabbie.
Today Ariana and I got sandwiches, that were so good I could've died 3 times. 3 times.
Tonight we went to Osels, did nothing. Smothered Gram with pillows. Tickled Os.
I was in a weird mood though, and I didnt want to stay.
We went to Aarons/Owens/Geoffs/Myna- whoever the fucks house, because they were having a party.
I think maybe Myna and Mitch are back together? If not, they seem like they are getting closer again.
Mitch had drinken 4 fortys and a beer. Or so he claims.
I call Aaron 'Cleatus' until he gets his teeth fixed.
Terry showed up, ranted and lectured, walked me home- ranted and lectured.
Mike was suprisingly glad Terry had walked me home (?)
I didnt stay at Owens for long, I felt weird and wanted to leave.
And my leg hurt.
Before leaving Owen gave me a hug and told me to call him. "Call me sometime, you never call me.. I hate you"
I told him 'I love you too' and that I would call.
Oh- and at one point, I was talking to Julia, and she was like "Im glad, because Pat's cute, and I know whats going on there" and winked and hugged me.
Owen looked at me- and monotonely said "no comment" and lit his smoke.
Heehee.
Funny thing is though- last night, I hardly even noticed Owen, because of Pat.