Happy finals week! I’m that bitch at the pool that’s already done while everyone else is indoors studying their lives away.
My red solo cup was filled with popsicles and rum yesterday.
Then I built my own pizza and sipped some beers at a sorority family dinner.
Then I went to a Mexican restaurant and ordered a monster margarita.
Then I proceeded to pass out at an early 10pm. The alcohol won.
When my roommate tried to communicate with me around midnight, I told her she “wasn’t allowed in the hot tub club.”
I wish I knew what that was.
Had to write two research papers last night.
Decide to champ some margaritas, break some ground rules with my boyfriend, and fall asleep instead.
I’m glad I’m doing college the right way.
Chilled at a steakhouse with some people from a class project. Ordered a bland tasting margarita and talked about hot girls, movies, and sports. I’m glad I can fit in with a group of males.
Went to a Mexican restaurant and partook in their Sunday special: the Monster Margarita.
It was a great night. I got drunk then snuggled my FWB. I’m starting to get a weird feeling about him. Updates to follow.
Enjoyed our typical Marg Monday with a green Margarona in honor of St. Patty’s Day. Enjoyed 4 normal margaritas after that.
Hopped around in a friends dorm for a bit. Wore sunglasses indoors. Played an out-of-tune guitar while I sat on a friend. Convinced a very tiny person to take many shots. Snapchatted everyone I knew.
Got home. My FWB peaced out of his fraternity sleepover to shower with me. We frolicked past a sister into my room, much to her amusement. Further shenanigans. Started to feel some pressure to do things I didn’t want to do, so naturally I transformed into the drunk crying girl. It was great. I insisted that he didn’t have to stay there and baby me. So he left to hang out with his brothers again. Poor choice, but I survived.
Felt a little upset so I napped in my car for a bit. Got over myself then went back to a normal bed.
Got a FWB call at 1:30: “Can you let me in?”
Shenaniganned 2.0 and passed out. Woke up at 4:30 and he wasn’t there again, but his phone and shoes were so I knew he didn’t go very far. He stumbled back in at 6am. Apparently he sleepwalked to the room across the hallway and passed out in one of my sister’s beds.
It was a weird night.
So my parter in crime texted me on a typical Thursday saying “Whatcha doin? COME PLAY!”
My immediate response was “Writing a paper. Nothing important. Let’s play.”
The older I get, the more I realize that you’re not going to get to redo college. This is supposedly the time of your life. Why would I spend it writing a paper when I can carpe noche? I know I’m here to get an education, but the memories I make will be worth so much more than getting an A, in the grand scheme of things.
With that said, I’m glad I’m that person that can YOLO her life away and still pull off a 3.9. I’m truly blessed.
So we made some margaritas, called up a DD, and strolled into the local mexican restaurant 5 minutes before they closed. Ordered 3 more margaritas. Champed them. Got back to campus. Made another margarita and wandered to KA.
Watched them paint a huge poster, sipped my marg, and just hung out with a few of the brothers.
Hitched a ride back to my FWBs place. Snuggled all night and talked it out the next morning. I need to figure that ish out.
So it was a typical Marg Monday on a Wednesday night.
Got to the mexican restaurant a little late. Annoyed the waiters because we were definitely the last to leave. They had the lights practically turned off and everything.
Had a heart to heart with my FWBs roommate. I’m sad he’s transferring.
Got a call from my FWB at 6 in the morning. “Can you let me in?”
Their brotherhood time started around 9, so between those 9 hours, he was most likely hazed, but we shenaniganned and I didn’t ask further questions. Curiosity is definitely a thing though.
Between myself, a sister, and my regular, we finished off 3 pitchers of margaritas at my favorite Mexican restaurant.
Learned that the DD is a VIP at this school. Got some brain freezes.
Passed out in my regular’s bed. Slept horribly.
Woke up an shenaniganned for the first time in over a week. I did indeed miss him. I need to stop reminding myself of that if I want this awesome dynamic to keep functioning.
Let me paint this picture for you: Margarita Monday – awkward dinner as the only female in a bunch of KAs. Spilled a little in my lap to make things more awkward than they already were.
Got drunk. Got home. Set an alarm for 2am. Slept. Woke up and hopped into my car.
Ripped the KS flag off their house and hung it up on my wall at home.
Went back to bed.
Still questioning my life choices. Is YOLO considered a motivation?
So there it was: a typical Margarita Monday on a Wednesday. I was writing the standard post-marg drunk paper when the RA’s come in saying that security was coming because of an underage drinking report. All we were doing was sipping and playing Super Smash Bro’s. No ragers were to be had that night. WTF?
Someone we knew definitely reported us. I was ready to rip him to shreds.
Security raided the place and found my bottle of tequila. I claimed it as mine. Since I was drinking in the presence of minors, I got reported for providing to minors. They poured out my Jose Cuervo. Bitches. I have a meeting with some suits tomorrow. Totally arguing the point.
Let me share with you a texting conversation: [WY] Hey babe keep me posted [ME] Slightly fucked. They found my tequila. Providing to minors. [WY] FUCK I’m sorry!!! [ME] Lol wateva
I’m glad I drowned my fucks in alcohol last night.
Updates to follow.
I was hungover and laying in bed till 3.
Put some warm clothes on, grabbed some beers, and went sledding down a massive hill on the lid of a storage bin. I couldn’t feel my feet, but I COULD feel my ass. It took some rough tumbles off the “sled.”
Roasted marshmallows in the fireplace.
Took a 5-minute nap.
Made a margarita.
Now it’s time to carpe noche all over again. Over and out, homies.