Something Like a Sentence
Went out again last night. Jenn D, Claire, Katie and I couldn't find Eddie's party so we met up with Jay (one of the managers for the football team). Jay's roommate and Jay's R.A. were there as well. Got to the first party around midnight, we were packed in that apartment like sardines. Weak hunchpunch or keg beer. Fall Out Boy came on the radio and I sang at the top of my lungs. Flip cup was played. Fuck the dealer was played, I didn't have to drink at all. Jenn D made the observation that everyone present was either a hippie or a gangster and we were the white girls that didn't belong. We took pictures. Jen O'Brian was there with a friend, pregaming before Chubbys. They were both wearing incredibly short skirts and guys were drooling. Her friend was really nice, maybe I'll go with them next time. Met some boys from Texas, they were sweet. Saved the one with the Lynard Skynard shirt from two ugly girls. Claire and Katie peed in an alley. Walked to a party at Royal Pavillian. Saw Joe the doorman, he knows Claire! What are the odds. Drank more keg beer. Charlie with blue eyes spilt beer off me, tried to lick it off. Brock (yeah, real name) said I was every man's dream: budweiser and sexy. Brilliant. Played "Fuck You" with some people, my new favorite game. Bummed a LOT of cigarettes. Told some guy he looked like an undercover cop. He looked like Boyer. Claire and Jenn D spilt beer on the bathroom wall somehow. I took pictures. I told some guy I had seen him on campus and he was gorgeous. Claire fell down. A lot. Katie left, said she was fucked up. Jay tried to make out with me, I tried to knee him in the balls. Claire fell again. She wouldn't leave unless Joe left. I told Joe we were gonna have a threesome (we didn't) just so he would leave. It took TWO GUYS to support Claire down the stairs. It was a long walk home. Don't remember the elevator ride up. Claire broke a mirror in our room. Tucked her in bed with shoes and everything. Went to the diner, ordered takeout. Ate the takeout at the counter and the waitor yelled at me. Told him I wanted my tip back. Went to bed. Woke up in pjs. How did that happen? Derik called me, on his way back from Atlanta. Invited me over for dinner later, they're making chicken. I kinda like him. Don't tell. I think I've killed lots of braincells in the past four months. Sigh. My birthday is next week! Nineteen! I hope someone remembers.