sooooooooo
i never update, but since i ought to be writing a paper of course i am urged to do anything but the paper itself. tomorrow i am going home for a hot minute, because njtransit is free for students all week!
this past weekend was all crazy and mixed up.
danuaryfest
kerrin and i baked cupcakes for greg for his birthday
picked up mr alex rubi
raced (and beat) the guys on the way there
commenced to drink entirely too much vodka
can't remember all of the later part of things
i am told i did not behave
but really by now thats expected when me and vodka hang out
whoever trashed dan's shit, that's low. the man went out of his way to throw a party, a fabulous party for fabulous people, out of the goodness of his own heart. and in return, what do you do? fuck his shit up. pretty lame.
BUT NOT AS LAME AS WHOEVER STOLE HIS NINTENDO, CAMERA, ETC.
seriously, how low can you get?
at least he has a badass new shirt.
and i have so many bruises i look like i was in a boxing match.
a boxing match with gravity.
saturday i had hardly closed my eyes when gabe and joe showed up and altered the course of our day. thus kerrin and i ended up all dressed up, playing kings in some random frat, out in the new brunswick night, stumbling into joe, and spending the rest of our night at zeta. making friends. hopefully no enemies. but partying. hard.
and sunday, sunday i woke up and only wanted to sleep. but it was greg's birthday! so me, greg and gabe drank and drank while everyone else was away, and they played the matrix, and then things only got crazier. and then, finally, for the first time really all weekend, i slept. AND IT WAS DELICIOUS.
tomorrow when i go home for eats in south jersey, i am going to get the cord for the camera, and then i will flood livejournal with pictures of the people i dig. exciting. later.
this past weekend was all crazy and mixed up.
danuaryfest
kerrin and i baked cupcakes for greg for his birthday
picked up mr alex rubi
raced (and beat) the guys on the way there
commenced to drink entirely too much vodka
can't remember all of the later part of things
i am told i did not behave
but really by now thats expected when me and vodka hang out
whoever trashed dan's shit, that's low. the man went out of his way to throw a party, a fabulous party for fabulous people, out of the goodness of his own heart. and in return, what do you do? fuck his shit up. pretty lame.
BUT NOT AS LAME AS WHOEVER STOLE HIS NINTENDO, CAMERA, ETC.
seriously, how low can you get?
at least he has a badass new shirt.
and i have so many bruises i look like i was in a boxing match.
a boxing match with gravity.
saturday i had hardly closed my eyes when gabe and joe showed up and altered the course of our day. thus kerrin and i ended up all dressed up, playing kings in some random frat, out in the new brunswick night, stumbling into joe, and spending the rest of our night at zeta. making friends. hopefully no enemies. but partying. hard.
and sunday, sunday i woke up and only wanted to sleep. but it was greg's birthday! so me, greg and gabe drank and drank while everyone else was away, and they played the matrix, and then things only got crazier. and then, finally, for the first time really all weekend, i slept. AND IT WAS DELICIOUS.
tomorrow when i go home for eats in south jersey, i am going to get the cord for the camera, and then i will flood livejournal with pictures of the people i dig. exciting. later.