9 or 10 or I don't know...
So it's 3:36 am and I'm buzzed after being drunk for about 2 hours. I'm not sure what to do. I miss my Lennon and I miss my Garrett. My drinking team (me and lennon) has disbanded for a temporary period of time which is really sad. So tonight I went to Sammy's party, which was off the friggin' hook. I had like 9 or 10 beers, I'm not quite sure. I chatted it up w/ some freshmen, sealed a game of beer pong/beiruit, drank probably 8 cups of water and chatted w/ more friends online... I wish Lennon were on. I miss Socal and the socal party scene. I miss being there for my friends and helping them through rough times. I miss being able to walk downstaires and telling people to "watch out for my dog". The days of SoCal, of familiarity are rapidly fadding into the background. Whether that's a good thing or not is up for debate, but one thing is certain: beer is great. That is all. Garrett, when are you coming? Lennon, when are you coming? Is operation SiaB a go? What's the haps with the haps? I want in on it all, but unfortunantly all my answers lie 3000 mi. away in a state I so wanted to escape from a year ago.