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Well, this weekend kind of sucked. Went out with Sam to the bar on Saturday, Top/Link. It was some good times...except that was quite possibly the drunkest I've been all year. Not like when Joe and Brock made me puke (that was because I just DRANK too much), but i drank all the wrong shit on Friday. I had beer then a shot of vodka, beer, vodka. The bartender gave me 5 free shots after the first one...then this random guy bought out all the shots from Hooch as she walked around, and he just handed me 2. Yeah, I was done for. FYI, I didn't puke. But I sure did make out with some freshman Dan on the swim team. All I remember from that was his hair...we all know I love hair...and then waking up around 6am saturday in my bed with him there. Believe me I did the clothes check, everything on just like I had left them...even one shoes. I still haven't gotten the full details of the missing 2 hours of my night.
Saturday was the game, so, after I finally got Speck (we had a sleepover, Speck was with Sam) to get out of Sam's bed, him and I went tailgating with Brock, Joe, Lispy and all them. The game sucked, it was terrible. Went to the softball house, left early and met up with Laci and Cheryl at the Top/Link, softball girls finally came, was with them, but ended up leaving with Cheryl, Adam, Erin and some other people. I drove us all to Joe's where some chic passed out on their couch so Brock draws a penis and "I love cock" on her face, and then Joe antiqued her. And it's sad because everyone I tell this to doesn't know what antiquing is; it's when you throw a whole bag of flour all over the person...best done when just waking them up and running. So of course all the guys run away, and all of us girls go back there and make sure she's breathing, and when trying to help her, she flicks me off, so I leave, and then I take all the girls back to Higgins. I don't know what happened to that girl, partly because someone hasn't called me back....::pouty/angry face::
And stop asking me what's going on with you know who, because I never knew...he's a jackass, and yet I can't be angry, and that makes me even more upset that I can't be angry with him. i'm just confused....and yet so enamored.
I feel as though more and more of what ever "city-girl" I had in me is fading. Keith Urban is now my favorite singer, I stare out my window at the stars, cowboys in hats and trucks sooo turn me on...i just can't even describe it. My dreams of moving to LA are quickly diminishing, and I happy about that.
Saturday was the game, so, after I finally got Speck (we had a sleepover, Speck was with Sam) to get out of Sam's bed, him and I went tailgating with Brock, Joe, Lispy and all them. The game sucked, it was terrible. Went to the softball house, left early and met up with Laci and Cheryl at the Top/Link, softball girls finally came, was with them, but ended up leaving with Cheryl, Adam, Erin and some other people. I drove us all to Joe's where some chic passed out on their couch so Brock draws a penis and "I love cock" on her face, and then Joe antiqued her. And it's sad because everyone I tell this to doesn't know what antiquing is; it's when you throw a whole bag of flour all over the person...best done when just waking them up and running. So of course all the guys run away, and all of us girls go back there and make sure she's breathing, and when trying to help her, she flicks me off, so I leave, and then I take all the girls back to Higgins. I don't know what happened to that girl, partly because someone hasn't called me back....::pouty/angry face::
And stop asking me what's going on with you know who, because I never knew...he's a jackass, and yet I can't be angry, and that makes me even more upset that I can't be angry with him. i'm just confused....and yet so enamored.
I feel as though more and more of what ever "city-girl" I had in me is fading. Keith Urban is now my favorite singer, I stare out my window at the stars, cowboys in hats and trucks sooo turn me on...i just can't even describe it. My dreams of moving to LA are quickly diminishing, and I happy about that.