I want to crawl under a rock and die.
Here. Now. Since I promised I wouldn't leave anything out of my livejournal, this is a recount of my most embarrasing, and yet, probably my most eventful saturday night ever. It'll just be a rough recount though, because it hurts to even write about it. Once the pain lessens I might expand. ok. here it goes.
I got drunk.
I said some very bad/wrong things, and acted like a slut.
I made out with a 21 year old.
There is an actual video tape of this, which equals out to if I ever piss the person off that has it = wonderful blackmail.
And the worst is I didn't even get to try the Tucker Max Death Mix.
For all those who were there, and were disturbed/offended, I am sorry beyond what words can describe. I feel sooo bad. This also leads to me giving up alcohol for lent, and probably for the rest of my high school life. If you need a designated driver, call me, because right now I am more inclined to eat spiders than go near even a Puckers ever again.
I got drunk.
I said some very bad/wrong things, and acted like a slut.
I made out with a 21 year old.
There is an actual video tape of this, which equals out to if I ever piss the person off that has it = wonderful blackmail.
And the worst is I didn't even get to try the Tucker Max Death Mix.
For all those who were there, and were disturbed/offended, I am sorry beyond what words can describe. I feel sooo bad. This also leads to me giving up alcohol for lent, and probably for the rest of my high school life. If you need a designated driver, call me, because right now I am more inclined to eat spiders than go near even a Puckers ever again.