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classes are okay. i think this semester is gonna be tough, though. i have botany and micro (both with three hour labs in each one), spanish literature (which is already boring. im reading stuff that is the equivalent to spanish shakespear. not like he's not good literature, its just that its a bunch of archaic spanish jibberish, and EVERYTHING has a footnote with a translation), so needless to say, homework for that class takes for fucking ever. then i have a spanish cinema class, which should be really interesting, aside from watching one of the most depressing movies ever made (bunuel: los olvidados). and english 201, which will just be annoying to write a bunch of papers. other than that, things with school are okay.
the boy who i met once during the summer is in my botany lecture. one time i went out with michelle to her friend tony's. we ended up going across the street to play beerpong at a guy's house. went there, and then an asshole (who will remain nameless) came over. he went back across the street and me and this random guy (who i kept trying to call ryan, even though it was not his real name) had a conversation on the porch about his salvation army golf shirt. later on in the night, the asshole (and a day of drinking that started around 1 p.m.) made me cry and i started to walk home...from over by west campus apartments. the guy followed me and tried to stop me and i ended up crying again and he hugged me, and i apologized for getting makeup on his shirt and he said it was okay cause it was from the salvation army anyways...and he offered me a place to stay, but we just ended up getting a ride home.
despite this 'special moment' we shared, i dont think he has any clue who i am. which is a shame, cause its a really nice thing to comfort the crying girl at parties, and id like to thank him... too bad i have no idea what his name is either...
my cousins wedding was last weekend too. good times... me and melissa ended up going. i had a black dress and my first pair of.... stilettos! they were purple and so painful, but my legs looked great. we ended up dancing all night, and frequenting the open bar quite often:
-glass of pinot grigio (pre-ceremony)
-vodka and cranberry (pre-dinner)
-champange (drank through waaay too many speeches)
-stoli and sprite (dinner)
-vodka and cran (again)
-2 absolut cosmos (within 20 minutes...they went down soo easy)
-lemon drop shot
-at least 2 more vodka and crans
-2 kamikazzee shots w/ my cousin and his girlfriend
-an extremely salty dirty martini
-and another vodka and cranberry...apparently i really liked those that night
we ended up dancing like crazy, melissa got stalked by a guy who looked like norm mcdonald and was 34. then on the way home, we ended up making a bunch of drunk phone calls and left too many messages on people's machines. when we got home at about 3:30, my grama made us drunk food and melissa passed out on top of all the blankets on the bed. all in all, an amazing night, from what i remember :) i love weddings...
the boy who i met once during the summer is in my botany lecture. one time i went out with michelle to her friend tony's. we ended up going across the street to play beerpong at a guy's house. went there, and then an asshole (who will remain nameless) came over. he went back across the street and me and this random guy (who i kept trying to call ryan, even though it was not his real name) had a conversation on the porch about his salvation army golf shirt. later on in the night, the asshole (and a day of drinking that started around 1 p.m.) made me cry and i started to walk home...from over by west campus apartments. the guy followed me and tried to stop me and i ended up crying again and he hugged me, and i apologized for getting makeup on his shirt and he said it was okay cause it was from the salvation army anyways...and he offered me a place to stay, but we just ended up getting a ride home.
despite this 'special moment' we shared, i dont think he has any clue who i am. which is a shame, cause its a really nice thing to comfort the crying girl at parties, and id like to thank him... too bad i have no idea what his name is either...
my cousins wedding was last weekend too. good times... me and melissa ended up going. i had a black dress and my first pair of.... stilettos! they were purple and so painful, but my legs looked great. we ended up dancing all night, and frequenting the open bar quite often:
-glass of pinot grigio (pre-ceremony)
-vodka and cranberry (pre-dinner)
-champange (drank through waaay too many speeches)
-stoli and sprite (dinner)
-vodka and cran (again)
-2 absolut cosmos (within 20 minutes...they went down soo easy)
-lemon drop shot
-at least 2 more vodka and crans
-2 kamikazzee shots w/ my cousin and his girlfriend
-an extremely salty dirty martini
-and another vodka and cranberry...apparently i really liked those that night
we ended up dancing like crazy, melissa got stalked by a guy who looked like norm mcdonald and was 34. then on the way home, we ended up making a bunch of drunk phone calls and left too many messages on people's machines. when we got home at about 3:30, my grama made us drunk food and melissa passed out on top of all the blankets on the bed. all in all, an amazing night, from what i remember :) i love weddings...