You just wouldn't believe this shit
Last night, the only thing I really wanted to do was get totally trashed. And this was a possibility. My friend Brandon said I could come over and get trashed with him and John. Problem, yesterday was probably the last day I'll see Russell (my boyfriend) before I leave for Michigan. So with some convincing I decided I wouldn't go to Brandons. I'd stay with Russell. Ha. Good plan. He woke me up like every fucking hour and then calls me at 730 and tells me I have to leave because one of the people he stays with was freaking out. So at 730 in the morning I leave and on the way I pass his roomates kid at the bus stop. Perfect. Now his roomate is pissed at me and my mom totally knows I'm lying. Why would I come home from a friends house at 730 on spring break?