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Ugh. Last night was a long, LONG night. I shall tell, but it may take a while.
Umm... let's see. First, I watched Not Another Teen Movie. THAT one's a winner. Then, a while after that, I broke out what I had left of the alcohol - almost nothing. A few shots worth of this fruity stuff, which is only 30 proof, or 15% alcohol. Vodka is 80 proof. So you'd have to drink more than 2 of them (they come in individual little shot things), about 2.5, to = one shot. Bess drank 2 and was drunk. Jessica drank 1.5, and was acting weird, but I think it was just her cause she doesn't have all that low of a tolerance... about like me, I would guess. Maybe a little lower, because she only drinks at home. Anyway, then Sarah drank some, but I didn't drink any. Just because I knew it wouldn't effect me (there was only like 1 or 2 left) and they tasted nasty, anyway. No use. Anyway, after that, I got back to my room and was on AIM for a little while... and this guy started IMing me. Saying 'hi Elizabeth' and stuff. So I asked... who's this? And he's like... John! OK... you want to elaborate? I know approximately 35,000 John's. As it ended up, it was John, Kate's friend, who I haven't met but who wants to meet me. It's odd. He talked to me on the phone once, for no apparent reason. Somewhat creepy. And I don't trust him, since he dated both Kate and Sara at one time or another. Anyway, he was telling me to stay away from rugby parties/guys and all this other stuff - 'hey, I'm just looking out for you'... what the FUCK? I don't KNOW you! What a weird, kind of creepy guy. Anyway, after that, I was going to get offline - it was about 12:30 or 1am - but Bess IMed me and told me to come down to C100, because they were playing cards.
C100 is a room on the first floor - it's a guys' room, but it's a quad. Lots of guys in one room, though it is double the size of a regular room, of course. Ryan and John live there, and I know those 2, but I don't know the other 2 - DJ and Mike. They are the ones pledging a frat. Anyway, I got down there and played cards with the people who were there - right then, it was only Ryan and Bess. So I played - they only convinced me to play by Ryan giving me vodka. And it was actually a mixed drink too. He poured about 3 or 4 shots worth of vodka in a cup, then added the powder for kool-aid from a bottle in it. Just dumped a whole lot in. It was so sweet and weird. He put so much in his that it was a consistency of a Slurpee or something. Ewww.
Anyway. We drank that and played cards. I let Bess have a few sips - I mean, I know she's a lightweight, but for God's sake, I didn't think a few sips would effect her that much.
I was wrong.
She was like woahhh.. I FEEL funny! And looked like she was about to PASS OUT. Haha. Oh my god. And was nauseated for a time, but that went away. Man, we didn't let HER have any more alcohol. Ryan got her a thing of pop-tarts to absorb ALL that alcohol. Heh. She felt better. But was still drunk. Man.
I drank the rest of it, and some of Ryan's. John came in about then - it was around 1:30, probably. Just a guess. Then, a little while later, DJ came in, so I got to meet him. Seemed nice. We watched some TV - Family Guy. Hell yeah.
But then MIKE came in. Heh. Heh.
Mike is the guy that the other roomies don't like much... basically because it sounds like he is just annoying. Anyway, he came busting in in true frat-boy fashion (though he isn't in one yet, and they aren't sure he will get into one at all). He stumbled in, fell on his face in his bed, leaned over and started puking into the trashcan immediately.
Hey, Mike. Nice to meet you.
Anyway, yeah. He continued puking. Got back in his bed, sort of passed out, then fell out of the bed and puked some more. I said to DJ, who was with him for some of the time, "damn.... he must have drank a LOT."
DJ and John started laughing. "Oh, no. He had about 3 shots before he left, then 6 beers. Sure, he drank them fast, but give me a BREAK. THAT is why he'll never make it into a frat."
Wow. What a pansy. Anyway, so after he semi-passed out, they got out markers and started drawing on his face. Fun times, fun times. He said 'stoppp' a few times, but it was not very loud or anything. So they continued. All the sudden, Mike JUMPS up out of his bed with some sort of energy (I dunno WHERE it came from) and started chasing them. Jokingly, of course. It all went to hell from there. John and Tom, another guy who was there who was a friend of these people, locked themselves in the bathroom to get away from Mike. Guys came in and were like "come out, you pussies!" And laughing at what Mike was doing. He was trying to coax them out... so to Tom he was like (in a very high voice) "Hey Thomasss... it's Mrs (then said his last name, forgot it).... your motherrr... come out and playyy!" The way he said it... I almost died. It was the funniest thing. Bess and I were just sitting on one of their beds (I think it was DJ) and watching this all unfold, laughing a lot. It was great entertainment. Anyway, everything was crazy but OK, until all the sudden, this RANDOM short guy walks into the room and picks up a chair and tries to break the bathroom door down with it. Even Mike was like 'hey now, dude, let's not go THAT extreme.' Everyone was very confused about who this guy was, though Mike seemed to know him. So then, they eventually came out, and all the fucking sudden, out of nowhere, the Short Dude (that's what I have named him now) got all up in Tom's face and was like "YOU STUPID BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, WRITING ON MY BOY LIKE THAT? I'M GOING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON...." Yes, that's right. Short Dude was trying to fight Tom, or at least someone in the room. Short Dude was PISSED.
And it was SO FREAKIN RANDOM.
Everyone looked confused, including Mike, who was hardly conscious again. Bess and I probably should have left... but NO. This was TOO GOOD of entertainment to leave! It was about 4:30 by now. We were both still drunk, and so was Mike, of course, and Short Dude. DJ wasn't really all that drunk, and John wasn't anymore. Just to catch you up, so you know what's going on.
OK. So yeah, Short Dude was trying desperately to fight everyone and anyone, especially that Tom guy. I think it was mainly because Tom made a passing comment that he was from Bridgewater College (so that's why he didn't look familiar) and it was condenscending or something. But this guy was so incredibly pissed, mostly because he was drunk. He was getting in Tom's face again "WHAT?! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THAT, ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS THOSE TWO LADIES OVER THERE?" Woahh there, buddy. Don't get US into this. I just started laughing. I couldn't help it. Short Dude was on a mission. A mission to kick this guy's ass.
So eventually, John got up and stood beside Short Dude, as did Ryan. Short Dude was yelling still, and saying that there was gonna be a fight. All the sudden John, who was usually so peaceful, got up in the guy's face (which was funny since he was about a foot taller than him) and yelled REAL loud "NO ONE'S GOING TO FUCKIN FIGHT!!" It was so loud Bess and I just kinda looked at each other. Oh god. Shit was goin' DOWN. You gotta understand that there are a lot more little girly girls at JMU than any guys, but in this room, there were 6 guys, then us. 6 pissed off guys. We were a little nervous. Bess was nervous about the RA coming in and shit would go down that way, but I just didn't want to die. BUT WHO CARES? Man, this was too good to miss.
This continued for a while. Short Dude yelling about how he was the devil's spawn for drawing on the guy's face, and the rest of the room confused about what the hell the big deal was. It was funny, because Short Dude called Tom a pussy, a bitch, a slut, and all these things, but then he called the guy a 'vagina' (what the fuck?) and then Short Dude turned around and was like "oh, I'm sorry, ladies. I didn't mean it. I didn't. Sorry." I laughed again. Like I'm going to stand up and be like "WHAT THE FUCK?! I HAVE A VAGINA! DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT VAGINAS IN THAT WAY!!" Yes, I definitely laughed.
So this continued on some more. I suddenly had a very strong urge to get up, get in Short Dude's face and be like, 'dude. Pick on someone your OWN size. Like ME. I mean, sure, I have a few inches on you, but I'll let you have the first hit.'
Man. I wish I had said that. I wonder what he would have done...
Eventually, Ryan reasoned with him enough that he left the room, and Ryan had to come with him, or else he wouldn't leave, to reason with him some more. But it was definitely amusing, though I felt bad for the guys, cause it really DIDN'T MATTER. Mike wasn't even mad. But anyway, after that, the entertainment was over, and so we left. As we left John was like ''night, ladies.... sorry.....' And then I laughed some more.
Well, by the time I got back to my room, it was about 5am. Well, I spose that Maribeth and a few of my suitemates/hallmates had a good time, because when I got back into my room, I heard Maribeth in the bathroom: "OOH GOD I CAN'T FLUSH THE TOILET! PLEASE DO IT FOR ME!" Yeah, she was wasted. And today, Ashley, my suitemate, has just been laying on the floor of the common room, passed out... for a while now. I hope she isn't in a coma. I'll poke her in a little while.
We're going to go skiing NEXT weekend. Ha, SURE. That's what they said about the last 2 weekends. Didn't do it this weekend because they would have to drive over the mountains to pick me up, and it was supposed to snow a lot, so we cancelled it. But it snowed about an INCH. God DAMMIT. That really makes me mad, so I won't talk about it.
Tonight, I'm supposed to go to this random b-day party, then go to some movie at midnight at a theater on campus (presumably drunk?). We'll see how that all goes.
Umm... let's see. First, I watched Not Another Teen Movie. THAT one's a winner. Then, a while after that, I broke out what I had left of the alcohol - almost nothing. A few shots worth of this fruity stuff, which is only 30 proof, or 15% alcohol. Vodka is 80 proof. So you'd have to drink more than 2 of them (they come in individual little shot things), about 2.5, to = one shot. Bess drank 2 and was drunk. Jessica drank 1.5, and was acting weird, but I think it was just her cause she doesn't have all that low of a tolerance... about like me, I would guess. Maybe a little lower, because she only drinks at home. Anyway, then Sarah drank some, but I didn't drink any. Just because I knew it wouldn't effect me (there was only like 1 or 2 left) and they tasted nasty, anyway. No use. Anyway, after that, I got back to my room and was on AIM for a little while... and this guy started IMing me. Saying 'hi Elizabeth' and stuff. So I asked... who's this? And he's like... John! OK... you want to elaborate? I know approximately 35,000 John's. As it ended up, it was John, Kate's friend, who I haven't met but who wants to meet me. It's odd. He talked to me on the phone once, for no apparent reason. Somewhat creepy. And I don't trust him, since he dated both Kate and Sara at one time or another. Anyway, he was telling me to stay away from rugby parties/guys and all this other stuff - 'hey, I'm just looking out for you'... what the FUCK? I don't KNOW you! What a weird, kind of creepy guy. Anyway, after that, I was going to get offline - it was about 12:30 or 1am - but Bess IMed me and told me to come down to C100, because they were playing cards.
C100 is a room on the first floor - it's a guys' room, but it's a quad. Lots of guys in one room, though it is double the size of a regular room, of course. Ryan and John live there, and I know those 2, but I don't know the other 2 - DJ and Mike. They are the ones pledging a frat. Anyway, I got down there and played cards with the people who were there - right then, it was only Ryan and Bess. So I played - they only convinced me to play by Ryan giving me vodka. And it was actually a mixed drink too. He poured about 3 or 4 shots worth of vodka in a cup, then added the powder for kool-aid from a bottle in it. Just dumped a whole lot in. It was so sweet and weird. He put so much in his that it was a consistency of a Slurpee or something. Ewww.
Anyway. We drank that and played cards. I let Bess have a few sips - I mean, I know she's a lightweight, but for God's sake, I didn't think a few sips would effect her that much.
I was wrong.
She was like woahhh.. I FEEL funny! And looked like she was about to PASS OUT. Haha. Oh my god. And was nauseated for a time, but that went away. Man, we didn't let HER have any more alcohol. Ryan got her a thing of pop-tarts to absorb ALL that alcohol. Heh. She felt better. But was still drunk. Man.
I drank the rest of it, and some of Ryan's. John came in about then - it was around 1:30, probably. Just a guess. Then, a little while later, DJ came in, so I got to meet him. Seemed nice. We watched some TV - Family Guy. Hell yeah.
But then MIKE came in. Heh. Heh.
Mike is the guy that the other roomies don't like much... basically because it sounds like he is just annoying. Anyway, he came busting in in true frat-boy fashion (though he isn't in one yet, and they aren't sure he will get into one at all). He stumbled in, fell on his face in his bed, leaned over and started puking into the trashcan immediately.
Hey, Mike. Nice to meet you.
Anyway, yeah. He continued puking. Got back in his bed, sort of passed out, then fell out of the bed and puked some more. I said to DJ, who was with him for some of the time, "damn.... he must have drank a LOT."
DJ and John started laughing. "Oh, no. He had about 3 shots before he left, then 6 beers. Sure, he drank them fast, but give me a BREAK. THAT is why he'll never make it into a frat."
Wow. What a pansy. Anyway, so after he semi-passed out, they got out markers and started drawing on his face. Fun times, fun times. He said 'stoppp' a few times, but it was not very loud or anything. So they continued. All the sudden, Mike JUMPS up out of his bed with some sort of energy (I dunno WHERE it came from) and started chasing them. Jokingly, of course. It all went to hell from there. John and Tom, another guy who was there who was a friend of these people, locked themselves in the bathroom to get away from Mike. Guys came in and were like "come out, you pussies!" And laughing at what Mike was doing. He was trying to coax them out... so to Tom he was like (in a very high voice) "Hey Thomasss... it's Mrs (then said his last name, forgot it).... your motherrr... come out and playyy!" The way he said it... I almost died. It was the funniest thing. Bess and I were just sitting on one of their beds (I think it was DJ) and watching this all unfold, laughing a lot. It was great entertainment. Anyway, everything was crazy but OK, until all the sudden, this RANDOM short guy walks into the room and picks up a chair and tries to break the bathroom door down with it. Even Mike was like 'hey now, dude, let's not go THAT extreme.' Everyone was very confused about who this guy was, though Mike seemed to know him. So then, they eventually came out, and all the fucking sudden, out of nowhere, the Short Dude (that's what I have named him now) got all up in Tom's face and was like "YOU STUPID BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, WRITING ON MY BOY LIKE THAT? I'M GOING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON...." Yes, that's right. Short Dude was trying to fight Tom, or at least someone in the room. Short Dude was PISSED.
And it was SO FREAKIN RANDOM.
Everyone looked confused, including Mike, who was hardly conscious again. Bess and I probably should have left... but NO. This was TOO GOOD of entertainment to leave! It was about 4:30 by now. We were both still drunk, and so was Mike, of course, and Short Dude. DJ wasn't really all that drunk, and John wasn't anymore. Just to catch you up, so you know what's going on.
OK. So yeah, Short Dude was trying desperately to fight everyone and anyone, especially that Tom guy. I think it was mainly because Tom made a passing comment that he was from Bridgewater College (so that's why he didn't look familiar) and it was condenscending or something. But this guy was so incredibly pissed, mostly because he was drunk. He was getting in Tom's face again "WHAT?! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THAT, ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS THOSE TWO LADIES OVER THERE?" Woahh there, buddy. Don't get US into this. I just started laughing. I couldn't help it. Short Dude was on a mission. A mission to kick this guy's ass.
So eventually, John got up and stood beside Short Dude, as did Ryan. Short Dude was yelling still, and saying that there was gonna be a fight. All the sudden John, who was usually so peaceful, got up in the guy's face (which was funny since he was about a foot taller than him) and yelled REAL loud "NO ONE'S GOING TO FUCKIN FIGHT!!" It was so loud Bess and I just kinda looked at each other. Oh god. Shit was goin' DOWN. You gotta understand that there are a lot more little girly girls at JMU than any guys, but in this room, there were 6 guys, then us. 6 pissed off guys. We were a little nervous. Bess was nervous about the RA coming in and shit would go down that way, but I just didn't want to die. BUT WHO CARES? Man, this was too good to miss.
This continued for a while. Short Dude yelling about how he was the devil's spawn for drawing on the guy's face, and the rest of the room confused about what the hell the big deal was. It was funny, because Short Dude called Tom a pussy, a bitch, a slut, and all these things, but then he called the guy a 'vagina' (what the fuck?) and then Short Dude turned around and was like "oh, I'm sorry, ladies. I didn't mean it. I didn't. Sorry." I laughed again. Like I'm going to stand up and be like "WHAT THE FUCK?! I HAVE A VAGINA! DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT VAGINAS IN THAT WAY!!" Yes, I definitely laughed.
So this continued on some more. I suddenly had a very strong urge to get up, get in Short Dude's face and be like, 'dude. Pick on someone your OWN size. Like ME. I mean, sure, I have a few inches on you, but I'll let you have the first hit.'
Man. I wish I had said that. I wonder what he would have done...
Eventually, Ryan reasoned with him enough that he left the room, and Ryan had to come with him, or else he wouldn't leave, to reason with him some more. But it was definitely amusing, though I felt bad for the guys, cause it really DIDN'T MATTER. Mike wasn't even mad. But anyway, after that, the entertainment was over, and so we left. As we left John was like ''night, ladies.... sorry.....' And then I laughed some more.
Well, by the time I got back to my room, it was about 5am. Well, I spose that Maribeth and a few of my suitemates/hallmates had a good time, because when I got back into my room, I heard Maribeth in the bathroom: "OOH GOD I CAN'T FLUSH THE TOILET! PLEASE DO IT FOR ME!" Yeah, she was wasted. And today, Ashley, my suitemate, has just been laying on the floor of the common room, passed out... for a while now. I hope she isn't in a coma. I'll poke her in a little while.
We're going to go skiing NEXT weekend. Ha, SURE. That's what they said about the last 2 weekends. Didn't do it this weekend because they would have to drive over the mountains to pick me up, and it was supposed to snow a lot, so we cancelled it. But it snowed about an INCH. God DAMMIT. That really makes me mad, so I won't talk about it.
Tonight, I'm supposed to go to this random b-day party, then go to some movie at midnight at a theater on campus (presumably drunk?). We'll see how that all goes.