Adventures At Hippy School: Episode Four

Sep 22, 2007 10:51




That was how I looked before going on the hunt for trouble last night. I wish I had been sober enough to take an "after" picture.

Now, I am sitting at my desk after waking up waaaaay too early, drinking a mocha chai that is too watery. I'm probably supposed to be at work right now, but no one told me when, or if they really needed me, and my phone had been off the hook for I don't know how long this morning, so . . .

Gena had to go to some choral thing, I don't know, so I'm alone. This is the first weekend in a long time that I don't have any pressing work to do. What I plan on doing is taking a fucking shower, getting dressed in something girly, and walking around campus until I find somewhere to sit and make stickers. It's really bright outside, but it's that fall bright.

I had my first test yesterday, in psychology. I can almost guarantee at least a B+. I still haven't gotten my first paper back in comp. I want to know my grades! God, grades . . . Harmony made me forget how I love the immoral classification process of grading.

Last night, I was talking to my girlfriend on the phone, lying on my bed in my bra, a miniskirt, and my maggot fishnets, all whored up, when Lindsay, the first friend I made here (when I came to visit, we tried to carve a vagina into a pumpkin) burst into the room. She had just recently broken up with her long-time girlfriend, Jackie, who is now dating one of Lindsay's residents (she's an R.A.). We commiserated about needing to find alcohol to fuck, people to drink. We found Greta, who is one of my favorite people in the world, drunk off her ass, complaining about some freshman boy who doesn't want to fuck her. We complained about freshmen, and started an 80's dance party in Greta's room. At some point, wine appeared, and then vodka. Then, Lindsay, Gena and I wandered (Greta kept running off with random people), and we kept running into some members of Stupid Club that I consider intelligent, and thus, my friends. They, too, were rather drunk, and I got lots of hugs. I also rolled down a hill, and it was the most dizzing experience of my life.

Eventually Gena and I wandered back to our room and passed out. I was still a little drunk at that point.

Friday nights are the best kind of bullshit.

On another note, everyone who does not know me because I've done freshman things with them thinks I'm either a) a transfer, or b) a junior. When I mentioned this to Greta, she told me I have an "old soul." Then she flashed me her titties.

On another another note, I miss television. Our internet here isn't good enough for me to watch TV on the internet. So sad. I feel so fucking disconnected from the real world. You know, the world where people are offensive and it's just funny.

Oh, hippy school.
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