Saturday Night is Alright...
Its amazing what happens on a Saturday night with an appartment filled with friends and love triangles that are drinking. Our good friends PJ and Gerardo came in from Dallas this weekend to get stuff together for the next school year. Crystal (my roommate and friend) and I moved most of our stuff out of the appartment and into the house that she has. We had the wonderful help of our manly friends: Jared, Corey, Fisayo, and sometimes Derek. After the move we all decided to go back to Crystal and my appartment then go down stairs to PJ and Derek's place to drink ourselves silly. So we were all sitting in our appartment when somehow we got on the subject of Four and a Half Year Crusade, our band. We've been teaching Corey the lyrics and hoping that he could sing. Well everybody wanted to hear us so we played the song and Corey and Derek gave up. It pissed me off enough that i dragged Derek back into my room and yelled at him for being negative and giving up on our band. I know i shouldn't have done that but i've been frustrated about trying to keep this band rockin' and then having it shot down. In my anger i threw a piece of paper into the trash can in my bathroom...totally missed and rammed my fingers into the door frame. Now, i have broken fingers before doing stupid shit, and that was almost one of them. I was able to move my fingers after the innicial pain went away so i knew they were not broken but some minor swelling started to appear. They are still swollen alittle bit and hurt. I think i jamed it quite nicely or sprained my fingers on top on my ankle.
After derek and i had our little spat we went down stairs to get ourselves drunk. Well, Derek is a light weight and got drunk pretty fast, i'm not and started downing way more than i could ever handle. I sat and listened to Corey's ranting while trying to keep myself in check. Yeah, i can't do that when there are a bunch of males running around this appartment and i'm drunk off my ass. So yes, i almost kiss Corey, and do kiss Jared, and had already kissed Derek. Am i digging myself into a hole? yes. I head back to my place very drunk and crash into bed. Derek calls me asking me why everybody is acting weird around him. I am so drunk i don't know and go back to bed. Well, derek comes in and starts chewing me out, for good reason, for kissing jared. I'm so drunk i know there is a problem but i can't figure out how to respond. The bathroom and I had already had a nice face-to-face earlier that evening, and now i was ready to re-visit that conversation. I stumbled to the bathroom with Derek behind me. He took care of me. I have never gotten that drunk before, and never had to become friends with the bathroom toilet. Anywho, i started shaking and it started to scare me. Derek sat beside me and held me making sure that i would make it through. He called Crystal, and she rammed a piece of bread and a glass of water in my hands. You know, its never a good sign when your friends are just as drunk as you are, when you are so drunk you are thuroughly sick. Crystal made herself right at home in my bath tub. She poured water on herself from both her glass of water and the faucet, then she discovered that i have access to the attic in my bathroom. Being the engineer that she is, she ran out, grabbed a screw driver and tried to get in...with the help of Derek. Yeah, that didn't work. I sat there on the floor probally mumbling something along the lines of, "no, give me the screw driver...no, lets not...give me the screw driver please." Yes we are all crazy college students very drunk. We all crawled into my bed and tried to fall asleep. Crystal still had some unfinished busness to attend to so she left and Derek and I talked as much as we could. Pretty much, i fucked up last night and I have alot of damage control to do today. Alot of things happened that i really don't remember too well, but well enough to make this entry. Is there a "one free fuck up" card that college students can get when they are drunk off of thier fuckin' asses? No, of course not. I have to take responsibility for my actions...and it sucks. *sighs* Well, there really isn't that much of a point to this entry...i guess to give my readers, who've probally given up on me by now, proof that i am not the little angel any more nor am i any where close to perfect. We all have our moments...i guess.
- out of it Reijn
After derek and i had our little spat we went down stairs to get ourselves drunk. Well, Derek is a light weight and got drunk pretty fast, i'm not and started downing way more than i could ever handle. I sat and listened to Corey's ranting while trying to keep myself in check. Yeah, i can't do that when there are a bunch of males running around this appartment and i'm drunk off my ass. So yes, i almost kiss Corey, and do kiss Jared, and had already kissed Derek. Am i digging myself into a hole? yes. I head back to my place very drunk and crash into bed. Derek calls me asking me why everybody is acting weird around him. I am so drunk i don't know and go back to bed. Well, derek comes in and starts chewing me out, for good reason, for kissing jared. I'm so drunk i know there is a problem but i can't figure out how to respond. The bathroom and I had already had a nice face-to-face earlier that evening, and now i was ready to re-visit that conversation. I stumbled to the bathroom with Derek behind me. He took care of me. I have never gotten that drunk before, and never had to become friends with the bathroom toilet. Anywho, i started shaking and it started to scare me. Derek sat beside me and held me making sure that i would make it through. He called Crystal, and she rammed a piece of bread and a glass of water in my hands. You know, its never a good sign when your friends are just as drunk as you are, when you are so drunk you are thuroughly sick. Crystal made herself right at home in my bath tub. She poured water on herself from both her glass of water and the faucet, then she discovered that i have access to the attic in my bathroom. Being the engineer that she is, she ran out, grabbed a screw driver and tried to get in...with the help of Derek. Yeah, that didn't work. I sat there on the floor probally mumbling something along the lines of, "no, give me the screw driver...no, lets not...give me the screw driver please." Yes we are all crazy college students very drunk. We all crawled into my bed and tried to fall asleep. Crystal still had some unfinished busness to attend to so she left and Derek and I talked as much as we could. Pretty much, i fucked up last night and I have alot of damage control to do today. Alot of things happened that i really don't remember too well, but well enough to make this entry. Is there a "one free fuck up" card that college students can get when they are drunk off of thier fuckin' asses? No, of course not. I have to take responsibility for my actions...and it sucks. *sighs* Well, there really isn't that much of a point to this entry...i guess to give my readers, who've probally given up on me by now, proof that i am not the little angel any more nor am i any where close to perfect. We all have our moments...i guess.
- out of it Reijn
posted by Reijn of the Elfin Muse | 9:11 AM
3 Comments:
You don't have to be perfect...just be careful! From one who has experienced college and somehow survived, try not to be too reckless and carefree because so many people care about you. We want you to be around for a long time! :)
Sounds like a rough weekend. Cheer up, though; it sounds like everyone you may have offended was drunk off their ass as well, so you should be abel to declare the whole thing a wash. Besides, they're your friends. They'll understand.
And next time, hide the screwdrivers.
How are you doing, Allison? I hope you're doing well! I haven't seen a post recently, so I'm sure you're really busy with school stuff. Good luck with it! Hang in there! :)
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