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so ive gone around to everyone i was with last night and have pieced together the events.
i started drinking with the usual gang but since i was drinking a handle of vodka and everyone else was sipping on beer i happened to get much drunker than most. we went down to the meadow but alice kim and i got bored quickly and decided to go smoke. pretty soon after that the gang came up from the meadow too. i told them to wait for me while i went to pee but upon entering into the dorms marco and some other guys asked me if they could have some alcohol. we went back to my room and drank even more. than we went to austins room where alice found me once again and invited me to smoke. we drank a even more while smoking and that is when the night begins to get a little hazy.
i have no idea where the gang was but ive heard from mikey and a few others that i was on the quad stumbling and smoking like most people on porter weekends. a cso approached me and apparently after giving him all of my information i pointed at him and asked in an accusing voice "wait a second...are you a rat". i tried to smoke a few ciggys backward and i think by the point the cso called the cops.
those bastards handcuffed me and drove me away to the santa cruz county jail where all of my shit was taken and i thrown into the drunk tank. this is where i start to remember things again. once i was conscious of the fact that i was in jail i began to bang on the door of the tank and when a cop came to answer my question i threw a fit about how they had no right to keep me there cause they never read me my rights. the cop just pushed me, i stumbled, and he slammed the door shut again. the other girls in the tank were all sleeping using toilet paper roles for pillows so i took their lead and plopped onto the floor. a while later i woke up and began to cry (not loudly just tears pouring down my face). i had no idea how much longer they would hold me there and all i wanted was to be with my friends in a warm room sleeping.
around 6:30 in the morning i was finally let out. they gave me my shit and told me i was not being charged wtih anything. then i was released into the darkness of town. unfortunatly i didnt know where i was in comparison to the school so i had to wander around the town helplessly looking for a street i recognized. somehow my uncanny sense of direction led me straight to mission and bay where i sat for a half hour waiting for the bus. when i finally got back to porter i passed out in my bed and began to cry again. what a fucking night.
i think that im not in too much trouble because its my first write up and porter is pretty easy going with that kinda thing.
i started drinking with the usual gang but since i was drinking a handle of vodka and everyone else was sipping on beer i happened to get much drunker than most. we went down to the meadow but alice kim and i got bored quickly and decided to go smoke. pretty soon after that the gang came up from the meadow too. i told them to wait for me while i went to pee but upon entering into the dorms marco and some other guys asked me if they could have some alcohol. we went back to my room and drank even more. than we went to austins room where alice found me once again and invited me to smoke. we drank a even more while smoking and that is when the night begins to get a little hazy.
i have no idea where the gang was but ive heard from mikey and a few others that i was on the quad stumbling and smoking like most people on porter weekends. a cso approached me and apparently after giving him all of my information i pointed at him and asked in an accusing voice "wait a second...are you a rat". i tried to smoke a few ciggys backward and i think by the point the cso called the cops.
those bastards handcuffed me and drove me away to the santa cruz county jail where all of my shit was taken and i thrown into the drunk tank. this is where i start to remember things again. once i was conscious of the fact that i was in jail i began to bang on the door of the tank and when a cop came to answer my question i threw a fit about how they had no right to keep me there cause they never read me my rights. the cop just pushed me, i stumbled, and he slammed the door shut again. the other girls in the tank were all sleeping using toilet paper roles for pillows so i took their lead and plopped onto the floor. a while later i woke up and began to cry (not loudly just tears pouring down my face). i had no idea how much longer they would hold me there and all i wanted was to be with my friends in a warm room sleeping.
around 6:30 in the morning i was finally let out. they gave me my shit and told me i was not being charged wtih anything. then i was released into the darkness of town. unfortunatly i didnt know where i was in comparison to the school so i had to wander around the town helplessly looking for a street i recognized. somehow my uncanny sense of direction led me straight to mission and bay where i sat for a half hour waiting for the bus. when i finally got back to porter i passed out in my bed and began to cry again. what a fucking night.
i think that im not in too much trouble because its my first write up and porter is pretty easy going with that kinda thing.