Spring Break Or Bust.

I need Spring Break. Now.

How I see Judy's male friends..

How I see Judy's male friends...

Judy apparently has friends coming tonight. Yes, you heard me, friends coming to visit on a Tuesday night. Whatever, that’s fine. But it could be anywhere from one to three. I’m sorry, but her friends sketch me out. One of her friends looks like a pedophile, and literally said “sometimes I look like a predator” on one of his pictures. I don’t want them touching my stuff, not even on my bed. Is that bad?

Sadly enough for my possessions, I won’t be in my room at all tonight to guard them. Rather, I will be out photographing the nature around this mountainous town that I know call home. Then I will be flying to the photo lab, my real home for the next four years, to develop and print my photographs. Basically, all four hours the lab is open, I’ll be there.

On the bright side, I had a pretty good weekend. Recently, I reconnected with a friend who I had a huge falling out with a few months ago. He agreed he was a dick and even apologized for being an asshole. This might not seem like much, but he never apologizes. So I appreciated it. I even ended up hanging out with him and his three other Dungeons and Dragons playing friends. Quite an interesting night.

These are the shot glasses I was referring to.

The next night, I went to hang out with my two future roommates and their boyfriends. At first, not fun. It was them, their boyfriends, the dog, and me. So, of course, I was all over playing with the puppster. Eventually, they realized while they were sipping on their Blue Moons that I had not touched my classy bottle of Burnett’s, saved to help my socialization for the frat party later. Apparently, Paige’s boyfriend, Tyler got a real kick out of me being a freshman. Before I knew it, they were telling me I would be given a theme song to take shots to. Suddenly, I hear “…Teen drinking is very bad… YO! I got a fake ID doe!” as Quinn lines up her four shot glasses labeled tipsy, drunk, wasted, and plastered. Basically, I downed all four during the time the song played. And then a while later had to re-do it. To be honest, when I first got there I was reconsidering everything about living with them next year. I was like I’ll be the young, single, boring one. But you know what? I love Quinn and her boyfriend, they’re both hysterical and not at all annoying with PDA as some couples are. I’ve only been around Paige and her boyfriend a few times, but the night ended up pretty fun. Usually, Paige seems to be somewhat stressed out. I saw her let loose and dance to early 2000’s rap. Now I can’t wait for next year, especially now that “Tipsy” is my official drinking song.

Type "frat party" into Google. Get this. Priceless.

I don’t even want to discuss the frat party. One of my friends pre-gamed elsewhere and didn’t even make it to the frat. We got lost on the way so we ended up at a suck party. However, I did again see people I recognized off of FB, leaving me to play the “Oh no, I definitely don’t know your full names and who your general set of friends are…” game. Better yet, a friend of a friend of a friend, introduced to me as Ralph Waldo Emerson wouldn’t leave my side the entire night after I had mentioned that I liked A Day To Remember. Because it’s super fun to be forced to dance with the same person all night… False. I enjoy dancing with friends, maybe a guy or two, then leaving the dance area to get rid of the guy, then go back later and find new people. NOT BEING STALKED. Boo. And he wasn’t even a good dancer. He was the worst Maggy had ever seen, in fact. Best part? Apparently being nice and dancing with someone means you want their tongue forced down your throat. Ughh, NO. Freakin’ disgusting. That was the cherry on top of my shit sundae, and the last straw. From that point forward, I attached myself to Maggy and refused to be alone with him again. Thankfully, her night was just as shitty so we quickly darted out the front door and into the car of a beeper the moment he turned his back.

Lesson for the Day: Avoid clingers. They kill a night.


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