well, i'll
wednesday: got in really late. drank champagne and vodka and convinced two of my best friends to drink with me until like 3 or 4.
thursday: went out and got really drunk. avoided people and found people i wanted to see. it's nice talking to boys that you would actually consider dating. i mean that in a positive way, not faggy and emo.
friday: ummmm i think i yelled a lot at people. that's pretty much all i remember
saturday: birthday party in bel air, saw one of my really good friends. my other friend and i bought "bff" heart necklaces at clare's. people's wallets got stolen and everybody was doing a lot of drugs so it was kinda sketchy. but that's LA, i guess.
sunday: hung out, chilled. for some reason kept drinking.
monday: i think i'm dead. and i have to work tomorrow. fuck. i take the red-eye back tonight, leaving at midnight.
by the way, never really got lucky. in fact, not at all. but thats ok because i spent a lof of time with people i enjoy seeing. it was very refreshing. they give me faith in mankind. and i realized new yorkers suck ass.