Pretty sure Diana Love is the absolute shit. We got so smashed last night. I should really drink with her more often. But let me backtrack a bit first.
This past week:
School literally ate me alive, and then spit me back out - covered in saliva and panic-stricken. And it looks like this upcoming week will be a rerun of last. Oh joy. After much confusion and a long backstory which I do not wish to disclose, I finally got to see Harry Potter Thursday night, thanks to my hero Kristen. And finally, Lysistrata went
And now for my drunken shenanigans. Diana is a pure riot; we kept singing Gold Digger all night, except we didn't know all the words, so it was really disjointed and we just kept repeating the chorus because it was the only thing we actually knew. We then tried having a serious conversation about a dead comedian named Lenny something, the use of the N-word, and the use of the word Bitch. Oh, and her blueberry pie was delicious. Rather than use a fork, pretty sure I raped it with my spoon. Now let's see... Last night I drank: 2 and a half coors light, shots of a german drink which I won't even attempt to spell, 2 large glasses, chugged, of something that Jeff gave me, and then 1 and a half Bacardi Breezers, which, by the way, are now my drink of choice, they were scrumptious. I was tipsy after the second Coors, and well on my way to being drunk after I chugged the 1st breezer; I'm such a cheap drunk. If you thought normal parties were fun, parties filled with 2nd, 3rd, and 4th years, and you being the youngest and only 1st year, are the absolute best. I even had fake ID and everything to get into Myrons - although that's a different story for another time. And though my night got cut a little short, it was still awesome. When I left I hugged as many people as I could, except I distinctly remember hugging Derek like 5 times because I couldn't remember who I had hugged or not, so I just hugged everyone in sight. Oh, and I vaguely remember shouting Seinfeld quotes at him since he's the only who gets them. I also vaguely remember trying to explain to Vaughn what a micky was since he had it confused with something else. The only regret I have is not being able to use my secret power that I didn't even know existed until Tuesday night. Oh well.
I think I'm going to have to cherish that night since my school load makes me think the next time I'll be allowed outside will be when I'm 30. Here's the breakdown: 3 big papers to write, 2 books to read, a monologue to memorize, 25 journal entries to write, 2 classes to figure out what's going on in, and then study for finals. And I only have 9 more days of classes. I'm dead.
