Fucked up Birthday thus far
My God.
I don't even know what to think. This night has been way crazy.
Everyone wanted me to take birthday shots. But I didn't want to, so they were all taking them for me. No one had chaser at the start. It was really bad. I left for a bit, and did homework, but they came and found me. Most of them were really fucking wasted. They were trying to convince me to take a shot or two, but I still wouldn't, so I got birthday spankings instead. 17 throughout the night. Tried to come back to my room, but my roommate was asleep and they kept banging at the door. It was quite comical actually. They had chaser when I came back down, and there were quite a few more people. But that meant they were taking more shots. Night just got crazier from there. Patrick had 8 shots of vodka, 92 proof in 1/2 hour. I thought we were going to have to take him to the hospital. But no, then he just wrote his WebCT response. Guys went out and smoked for a bit, and I wrote mine. Ben ended up telling me that he likes me. He just found out that I'm 17. He was so wasted he didn't care. (He's 23). So that was awkward. Graham and Ben (who're roommates now) got in a huge tickle/slapping fest, and Graham ended up on top of this other chica, Megan. Ben started bleeding from the mouth, and Graham ended up passed out on the floor. But then he woke up, and followed Colleen to her room, and we had to put him to bed again. Ben was wandering around the halls, so then we put him to bed. And then Patrick puked all over in the sink. And it was just a huge mess. Megan left, and the other guys I didn't know wandered out to smoke some weed somewhere.
It was awful.
But I'm not drunk. I smell like vodka. I was basically molested. I'm exhausted. I feel sick again.
And I am getting up in about and hour and a half because Andy is calling me.
Dammit. I just want to be home and be held.
I don't even know what to think. This night has been way crazy.
Everyone wanted me to take birthday shots. But I didn't want to, so they were all taking them for me. No one had chaser at the start. It was really bad. I left for a bit, and did homework, but they came and found me. Most of them were really fucking wasted. They were trying to convince me to take a shot or two, but I still wouldn't, so I got birthday spankings instead. 17 throughout the night. Tried to come back to my room, but my roommate was asleep and they kept banging at the door. It was quite comical actually. They had chaser when I came back down, and there were quite a few more people. But that meant they were taking more shots. Night just got crazier from there. Patrick had 8 shots of vodka, 92 proof in 1/2 hour. I thought we were going to have to take him to the hospital. But no, then he just wrote his WebCT response. Guys went out and smoked for a bit, and I wrote mine. Ben ended up telling me that he likes me. He just found out that I'm 17. He was so wasted he didn't care. (He's 23). So that was awkward. Graham and Ben (who're roommates now) got in a huge tickle/slapping fest, and Graham ended up on top of this other chica, Megan. Ben started bleeding from the mouth, and Graham ended up passed out on the floor. But then he woke up, and followed Colleen to her room, and we had to put him to bed again. Ben was wandering around the halls, so then we put him to bed. And then Patrick puked all over in the sink. And it was just a huge mess. Megan left, and the other guys I didn't know wandered out to smoke some weed somewhere.
It was awful.
But I'm not drunk. I smell like vodka. I was basically molested. I'm exhausted. I feel sick again.
And I am getting up in about and hour and a half because Andy is calling me.
Dammit. I just want to be home and be held.