Brooks Brothers boys are awesome
I LOVE MY LIFE
I'm way too damn busy.
Showering has become an extracurricular activity.
I enjoy creating drama.
Um...
So, college has taught me how many different types of guys I can find myself attracted to. And how weak I am.
And how big a bitch I am.
Laura, you were always so right. I will repay you by letting you trash my car.
Now, my weekend. Screw you.
Friday night I went to 3 parties on South Forest. Tipsy to drunk to ridiculous.
Saturday morning I woke up naked in a frat house. Granted, I knew the guy sleeping next to me, and I still completely remembered the night before, but still...I'm an evil slutbag.
No, we did not have sex. Almost, then we decided we were too drunk and fell asleep.
I don't know how that works, but it seemed logical at the time.
I went into awkward-morning-after-bitch-mode and started railing on Brian, who is for sure a really cool guy and didn't deserve it. For no reason really, too. I was naked, mad at myself, and I couldn't find one of my socks, so I decided to make the situation worse. I also broke half the things in his room on my way out.
While walking down 5th Scott (after doing the 'Walk of Shame' out of Theta Chi and all down Observatory), Nick and Josh pointed out the gigantic hickey on my neck.
'THIS IS YOUR LIFE, YOU VIXEN'-God, in my head, at that moment.
I told Steve, who immediately started ignorning his phone and went out to run for like, 6 miles. All his friends bitched at me for awhile about how much I mean to him and how I just don't get it.
I'm not about to act like I DO get it. Geez. I'm just being honest.
Yea, I felt like shit.
Went to work with all of my boys. Danced around the dishroom. Sang 'Team America' songs. Talked about 80's TV shows and 'THE HICKEY' until I started throwing silverware at people.
I really like my job. Sure, what I'm actually doing kinda sucks. But the guys make it worth my while. I get 8.40 an hour to joke around with them and throw things.
Saturday night I once again took on Ann Arbor. Went to Ruben's (MY HOUSE NEXT YEAR!!!) to watch the game. After a beer and two screwdrivers, I was too out of it to realize that the Red Sox had won.
I'm a lightweight. Yet I'm German AND Irish. Once again, I'm failing to make sense.
Oh, I also called Steve and listened to hurt and pain, etc. until I was sobbing all over Ruben's couch.
Seth found me and my coat. Ruben lost me. Found Monica. Called Steve 5 times. Ate Pancheros. Lost everyone. Found Seth again. Had another pointless conversation with Seth on a street corner at 4 AM.
I miss the days of no sexual tension with Seth. Shit is just...blah...now. He used to be untouchable, and now that he is in fact an option (even though a very slight option, he still is nonetheless) it's like I completely switch gears and turn on the mind games. I really wish I didn't. I wish we could just sit down and have a few beers and harass people together, instead of each other.
Nonetheless, we're both so loaded with bullshit. It's inevitably a bad situation.
I wanna stick around to watch all his girls fall in love with him and then laugh at them. And, I do like Seth as a person...kind of...
Shh. No repeating that.
Sunday was back to good ol' hardworkin Boo. Work, German movie, PoliSci review with the world's bitchiest GSI, and then smoothing things over with Steve.
He's fine now. It doesn't seem fair, and my conscious is still going nuts. But I'll take what I can get. He'll be here Thursday to make ME feel better about nothing really.
Oh me oh life
I also called Brian and left a message apologizing for being a bitch. Hm. I kind of never want to see him again, even though that would totally be my loss. Whatever.
Let's also add that though this entry is primarily focusing on my social activities, I have been running around working my ass off with school. You all know me. I am first and foremost a nerd.
I got an A- on my North Korea paper for PoliSci. Yessss.
Tomorrow night I have a choir concert, and already interviewed with Ruben for a possible summer job.
I AM NOT A SLACKER.
For kicks, this is my life...
-Class (PoliSci, Womens Studies, Musicology, German, and UChoir)
-Homework/study
-Work (Dishroom, running food, putting away pots & pans, flirting)
-Partying (dancing on tables, getting drunk and wandering, Flip Cup, being a bitch)
-Hanging out (primarily in 3rd Butler, 1st Reeves, or with John in the middle of anywhere)
-watching the Red Sox (running around screaming, calling Nate and screaming, going to 3rd Butler and screaming, just screaming)
-on the phone with Steve (I say 'baby' a lot)
-blasting ghetto rap and indie rock with Karin...oh...and Annie Lennox
-drinking Mountain Dew in disgusting amounts
-sleeping, eating, and showering (if I have the time after everything else)
NOVEMBER 13th. I will be seeing 'Christmas Carol'. Don't suck. I mean it. If you suck, I'll tell you. I don't care anymore.
This weekend is going to be insane. I plan on being Paris Hilton for Halloween, but that might fall through seeing that I don't have a wig yet. Karin, Chelsea and I watched the sex video to study up. Thanks Dave for the free porn.
State game, and Dave, Globe, and Marla will be here, along with half of Michigan. I plan on partying like no other, and keeping my pants on.
That was a blatant lie.
To conclude this randomass entry...
I SUCK at commitment, and totally got away with cheating.
I'm becoming an even bigger bitch.
I just really don't care so much anymore.
I have all A's still, without all the stressing out that went on in high school.
MOLLY I FUCKING MISS YOU.
You
don't have a clue
what it is like
to be next to you
I'm way too damn busy.
Showering has become an extracurricular activity.
I enjoy creating drama.
Um...
So, college has taught me how many different types of guys I can find myself attracted to. And how weak I am.
And how big a bitch I am.
Laura, you were always so right. I will repay you by letting you trash my car.
Now, my weekend. Screw you.
Friday night I went to 3 parties on South Forest. Tipsy to drunk to ridiculous.
Saturday morning I woke up naked in a frat house. Granted, I knew the guy sleeping next to me, and I still completely remembered the night before, but still...I'm an evil slutbag.
No, we did not have sex. Almost, then we decided we were too drunk and fell asleep.
I don't know how that works, but it seemed logical at the time.
I went into awkward-morning-after-bitch-mode and started railing on Brian, who is for sure a really cool guy and didn't deserve it. For no reason really, too. I was naked, mad at myself, and I couldn't find one of my socks, so I decided to make the situation worse. I also broke half the things in his room on my way out.
While walking down 5th Scott (after doing the 'Walk of Shame' out of Theta Chi and all down Observatory), Nick and Josh pointed out the gigantic hickey on my neck.
'THIS IS YOUR LIFE, YOU VIXEN'-God, in my head, at that moment.
I told Steve, who immediately started ignorning his phone and went out to run for like, 6 miles. All his friends bitched at me for awhile about how much I mean to him and how I just don't get it.
I'm not about to act like I DO get it. Geez. I'm just being honest.
Yea, I felt like shit.
Went to work with all of my boys. Danced around the dishroom. Sang 'Team America' songs. Talked about 80's TV shows and 'THE HICKEY' until I started throwing silverware at people.
I really like my job. Sure, what I'm actually doing kinda sucks. But the guys make it worth my while. I get 8.40 an hour to joke around with them and throw things.
Saturday night I once again took on Ann Arbor. Went to Ruben's (MY HOUSE NEXT YEAR!!!) to watch the game. After a beer and two screwdrivers, I was too out of it to realize that the Red Sox had won.
I'm a lightweight. Yet I'm German AND Irish. Once again, I'm failing to make sense.
Oh, I also called Steve and listened to hurt and pain, etc. until I was sobbing all over Ruben's couch.
Seth found me and my coat. Ruben lost me. Found Monica. Called Steve 5 times. Ate Pancheros. Lost everyone. Found Seth again. Had another pointless conversation with Seth on a street corner at 4 AM.
I miss the days of no sexual tension with Seth. Shit is just...blah...now. He used to be untouchable, and now that he is in fact an option (even though a very slight option, he still is nonetheless) it's like I completely switch gears and turn on the mind games. I really wish I didn't. I wish we could just sit down and have a few beers and harass people together, instead of each other.
Nonetheless, we're both so loaded with bullshit. It's inevitably a bad situation.
I wanna stick around to watch all his girls fall in love with him and then laugh at them. And, I do like Seth as a person...kind of...
Shh. No repeating that.
Sunday was back to good ol' hardworkin Boo. Work, German movie, PoliSci review with the world's bitchiest GSI, and then smoothing things over with Steve.
He's fine now. It doesn't seem fair, and my conscious is still going nuts. But I'll take what I can get. He'll be here Thursday to make ME feel better about nothing really.
Oh me oh life
I also called Brian and left a message apologizing for being a bitch. Hm. I kind of never want to see him again, even though that would totally be my loss. Whatever.
Let's also add that though this entry is primarily focusing on my social activities, I have been running around working my ass off with school. You all know me. I am first and foremost a nerd.
I got an A- on my North Korea paper for PoliSci. Yessss.
Tomorrow night I have a choir concert, and already interviewed with Ruben for a possible summer job.
I AM NOT A SLACKER.
For kicks, this is my life...
-Class (PoliSci, Womens Studies, Musicology, German, and UChoir)
-Homework/study
-Work (Dishroom, running food, putting away pots & pans, flirting)
-Partying (dancing on tables, getting drunk and wandering, Flip Cup, being a bitch)
-Hanging out (primarily in 3rd Butler, 1st Reeves, or with John in the middle of anywhere)
-watching the Red Sox (running around screaming, calling Nate and screaming, going to 3rd Butler and screaming, just screaming)
-on the phone with Steve (I say 'baby' a lot)
-blasting ghetto rap and indie rock with Karin...oh...and Annie Lennox
-drinking Mountain Dew in disgusting amounts
-sleeping, eating, and showering (if I have the time after everything else)
NOVEMBER 13th. I will be seeing 'Christmas Carol'. Don't suck. I mean it. If you suck, I'll tell you. I don't care anymore.
This weekend is going to be insane. I plan on being Paris Hilton for Halloween, but that might fall through seeing that I don't have a wig yet. Karin, Chelsea and I watched the sex video to study up. Thanks Dave for the free porn.
State game, and Dave, Globe, and Marla will be here, along with half of Michigan. I plan on partying like no other, and keeping my pants on.
That was a blatant lie.
To conclude this randomass entry...
I SUCK at commitment, and totally got away with cheating.
I'm becoming an even bigger bitch.
I just really don't care so much anymore.
I have all A's still, without all the stressing out that went on in high school.
MOLLY I FUCKING MISS YOU.
You
don't have a clue
what it is like
to be next to you