This is the worst pain ever
Ugh.
I am severely not feeling well, no good can come from this. I was up until 5 o clock this morning at the MACR doing shots of Jager, intermittenly with Guinesses. And Makers mark. There was a point last night when the meer smeel of Bourbon could make me throw up.
Don't judge me.
After an entire day of regret, tonight was looking pretty well amazing. I was to host a few people over here for drinks and, well, drinks. The Hot Chick From Math Class was supposed to come, her exact words at the thought being:
" sounds awesome...when is the party...my number is
857 928 2701...im working this weekened but ill
try to come after work...btw where is the party at
....hope to see u this weekened...."
Yeah, I've had bigger ego boosts in my life, but only twice. Unfortunately though, her friend switched a birthday bash from tomorrow to tonight, and she was not able to make it.
In retrospect, this is not that bad of a thing. The so-called party here just failed, it was inspiringly terrible. I'd go into details, but I am still drunk, so I'll spare you all a few ramblings.
We'll just say that a few of our guests left in favor of watching "Biodome" to staying at the party.
If that isn't sad, I don't know what is.
I don't know where I'm going with this, but I'm still psyched about this whole Hot Chick from Math thing, I know that eventually it's going to bite me in the ass that I have no idea how to pronounc her name, but nonetheless I'll ride the high so far as it takes me.
wheeeeeeeeeeeeee
*sleep*
I am to coherency what Hellen Keller would be to Competetive Paintball. But, considering you got this far through my post, you probably know this already.
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I am severely not feeling well, no good can come from this. I was up until 5 o clock this morning at the MACR doing shots of Jager, intermittenly with Guinesses. And Makers mark. There was a point last night when the meer smeel of Bourbon could make me throw up.
Don't judge me.
After an entire day of regret, tonight was looking pretty well amazing. I was to host a few people over here for drinks and, well, drinks. The Hot Chick From Math Class was supposed to come, her exact words at the thought being:
" sounds awesome...when is the party...my number is
857 928 2701...im working this weekened but ill
try to come after work...btw where is the party at
....hope to see u this weekened...."
Yeah, I've had bigger ego boosts in my life, but only twice. Unfortunately though, her friend switched a birthday bash from tomorrow to tonight, and she was not able to make it.
In retrospect, this is not that bad of a thing. The so-called party here just failed, it was inspiringly terrible. I'd go into details, but I am still drunk, so I'll spare you all a few ramblings.
We'll just say that a few of our guests left in favor of watching "Biodome" to staying at the party.
If that isn't sad, I don't know what is.
I don't know where I'm going with this, but I'm still psyched about this whole Hot Chick from Math thing, I know that eventually it's going to bite me in the ass that I have no idea how to pronounc her name, but nonetheless I'll ride the high so far as it takes me.
wheeeeeeeeeeeeee
*sleep*
I am to coherency what Hellen Keller would be to Competetive Paintball. But, considering you got this far through my post, you probably know this already.
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