=]

Right now, I love my life.

With or without Nick, I don't care. I like a boyyyyy....except he's a bit older than me. like 8 years...haha I don't even care. We had a really fun night and I'm kind of really hoping something comes of it.



In other news, there is a ladybug infestation in my room...hardcore. I got rid of 30-40 today and there are currently 14+ in my room at the moment.


What do we doooooo?


p.s. it is a BEAUUUUUUTIFUL day.

Finally!

So...it's the end of the summer. I go back to school in almost FIVE days. I am SO incredibly excited...mainly because I get to see my wonderful boyfriend on a daily basis. I counted today and realized that I have only seen him 8 times this entire summer. This fact alone made me completely miserable a lot of the time. I really hate being away from him.
However, I am really proud of us for making it through the summer, because there were lots of fights, obstacles, and inconveniences in the way of any time that we would spend together. If this relationship was set up to fail, I think we would have been done quite a while ago. But we're still together and totally happy. It will be our seven month anniversary in two weeks and I really couldn't be more ecstatic about any time we will spend together at school.

The best part of this summer was that yesterday was my birthday, and although there were a lot of shitty events, I ended up in West Chester at Starbucks. I got to see my baby on my birthday, and I think that is the best present that I could have possibly gotten. I was so so SO happy to see him.

I love Nick so much.



In other news, I got an awesome job at school for my sophomore year. I got an email a few weeks ago from English department faculty that mentioned that a member of the Computer Science department needed an editor for some technique papers. I emailed Dr. Jiang and we set up an interview. I was really nervous because I had to edit a nine page section of a paper and bring it to the interview. But guess what...he picked me! I'll be working up to 20 hours a week, making $10 an hour, and this is going to look FANTASTIC on my resume. I'm still a little nervous, because now it's almost like I'm taking 7 classes instead of 6. It's going to be a lot of work to handle, but Nick told me he would help me keep on track and I'm completely confident that he can help me through this.





Thank you, Nick. I love you.

Looking Back.

So I reread my goals today. I've managed to quit smoking (both weed and cigarettes) and distance myself from my closest friend in the process. I still haven't gotten my license. I've managed to save money, but the jealousy thing hasn't budged an inch.

As for not smoking weed anymore, I don't know how to feel. At first it was really hard, then I wanted nothing to do with it. I'm really proud of myself, but at the same time it makes me sad. My life is literally nothing now. I don't have fun except at work, and that isn't really the fun I want to have. I rely on my dad and his girlfriend to entertain me most of the time, and right now they're out of state and I've done nothing but go to work (walking, although I have my own car in my driveway that I can't drive) and lay in bed, reading or playing Picross on my DS.

I feel like I have bettered my life, but I'm not the same. I don't have fun anymore, and I feel lame. I talked to Nick about this, and he told me that it's ok, because all he does is work and sleep as well. However, I've thought to myself that he's too work-oriented and doesn't have enough fun. Not that that makes me love him any less, but it's not how I want to be. And that's how I am. I know that smoking isn't what I should be doing all the time, but I really just want to have some good, illegal fun every now and then so that I know my life isn't completely boring. I know sober fun is good too, but there's nothing to do here. If I was in West Chester, it would be fine. There's nothing to do there, either, but at least I can pretty much do whatever I want.

I love my boyfriend more than anything, and there is nothing less that I would want to do than lose him. But I feel like having a boyfriend has domesticated me, and I don't know if I'm ready to be domestic.

I know that I am ready to focus on school and doing good things for myself, but it just feels so boring sometimes.

I think this has all stemmed from the fact that I gave up my vacation with Katie and Amanda to get promoted to projectionist at work. That isn't exactly how it happened, but that's how it worked out, and if it weren't for booth, I would be chillin on the beach with good friends until next Sunday. It kind of depressed me a bit, because I've barely been to the beach this summer and will only be there for three days now, instead of three weeks.

Nick is going with his friends on Wednesday and didn't even think to invite me, and when I tried to invite myself, the reason I can't go is basically because I can't drive myself there. It's not fucking fair!!! I can't spend time with Nick, who has pushed me to become a better person, but I can't spend time with any of my old friends because they'll be smoking and I can't. I'm just going crazy and I'm just pissed at everything.

I keep telling myself that once I get past a certain point, everything will be better because I'll have so many things to do, but those things seem to keep getting postponed or cancelled. All summer, all I have wanted to do is go back to school, but now that my summer is more than half over, I'm extremely upset that I haven't done all that much. This is quite possibly the lamest summer I've had in ages. I haven't even been to one ska show. For the first time four years. This is HORRIBLE.

My identity has been stolen from me and I want it back. NOW.

Long Summer

So it's been almost a month since the last time I wrote anything. Summer kinda drags as of now. My goals are no closer to being achieved than they were a month ago. However, I am trying harder and now that my friend Dan is gone I'm sure the smoking problems will be a lot easier.
Sarah finally came home! And I was so happy...but she's really different and I don't know how to deal. She was the one person that could have kept me sane this entire summer without being in West Chester and now I don't know what's going to happen.
I went to my first baseball game last Wednesday (with Nick, his parents, and kids/families in his mom's 3rd grade class). Phillies, too! We lost, but I got a nifty green Phillies hat and I spent time with my amazing boyfriend, who I most likely won't be able to see for another three weeks to a month. His stupid summer class is keeping him so busy and it makes me really wish that I had my license. However, I may be going down to WC next weekend to visit Dan's apartment. If I go, I'll be sure to spend more time than necessary at Starbucks with my boy. Also, I scheduled my license test!! So hopefully I will have my license on July 3rd. Which would be awesome because then Nick is supposed to come see me on July 4th and 5th and I can drive him around =] I'm kind of scared to drive by myself, since I've been driving with my dad for 2 1/2 years. That's so weird to think about.

My mom and I most likely aren't speaking anymore. Well, she may try, but I think that, at least for now, I would prefer to not communicate with her. She took me to my cousin Josh's birthday party on Saturday and got trashed. I won't go into detail but let's just say she said some things about her sisters and even my dad (right in front of me) that I really didn't appreciate and then she got pissed when I asked her to take me home, so I had to have my dad come get me. Seriously, I'm tired of that bullshit. Dad said that I was 18 and if I didn't want to see her anymore that was fine with him. She texted me yesterday and said, "Hi honey i'm sorry about last night we're probably not a good combination when we're both kind of down i love you," and like, I'm glad she sent that because at least she realized that something was wrong, but I don't think she realized the extent of her drunkenness or the mean things she was saying about my dad or to me. Fuck it. I forwarded the text to my dad and explained why the text didn't change my feelings, and he said that he thought it would be best to acknowledge her apology and just let it go after that. So I told her I loved her and that was it. Nick thinks I'm going to want to talk to her later, because, after all, she is my mother, but honestly, if I could have stopped speaking to her years ago, I probably would have.

When I was at Nick's house last week, I stole one of his shirts but his smell is already starting to go away a little bit and it makes me sad. I honestly wish this summer was over. I don't think I've ever hated summer so much but when it keeps me away from where I'm happy, it really sucks. My job is a piece of shit and apparently my manager hates me? and nobody else will hire me. At least I'm making some money.

I think that once June is over, things will be a lot better.
My schedule for July/August is going to be so much better:
July 3:license
July 4:fucking my life
July 5:more life fucking
July 17-July 26-beach with Katie and Amanda
unknown date after July 26-August 1:beach with Nick and family!
August 4:Nick comes, 6 month anniversary
August 5:Nick leaves
unknown August dates:California with dad and Lisa?
August 22:birthday!!!
August 29:BACK TO WEST CHESTERRRRRRRRR

obviously, it's not a lot, but compared to what I'm doing now, it sounds so much better. Come on June, I know you just started, but be over NOW!!!!

2 months.

So it's been a little while since my last post, but I've been really busy what with finishing my freshman year and all that fun stuff.

That's right, my first year of college is over! I can't believe it moved so quickly. I've realized that I may have actually learned quite a bit. Not necessarily in class, but about myself, about life, about love, about friendship.

I also have a few goals to fulfill by the end of the summer:

• Quit smoking- I should never have started (damn Ramsey Hall's smoking krew and being introduced to them) though I made a ton of friends from it. However, it's a bad habit and I'm really working on it. Nick promises to help me and that's all I could ask for.
• Less ganja- This one is going to be a toughy, most likely more difficult than trying to rid myself of the nicotine. NOT because it's addictive (because it's not) but because I feel more confident about not smoking cigarettes at home because I didn't until recently (really awkward sentence, by the way). However, smoking weed passes the time when there's nothing to do in A-town. Nick doesn't want me to quit, just not smoke every single day, but I really want to stop after this summer. I'm starting to feel like such a loser when I smoke and I often feel guilty as well.
• Get license- Really?? Come on now, I'm eighteen. If I don't get my license sometime this summer, my soul might just die.
  
• New job- This goes for Allentown as well as West Chester. As much as I would LOVE to continue to be part of the AMC staff (gag), I would much rather work somewhere else.
  
• Try harder- This year, college showed me that I can't get by like I did in high school. Not that I'm failing now, but I used to think I was pretty smart. After these past two semesters, I feel really stupid (not going to lie: I think this has to do with preferring to smoke weed and skip class more than anything else). Nick is also going to help me with this one. He's so obsessed with doing well, maybe it will help my motivation once I can get a fresh start.
• Save money- Cash has always burned a hole in my pocket, and the debit card isn't doing much better. I want to be able to help pay for school and have a little extra money when I actually need it. I don't know how well I'll accomplish this, but I'm really going to try.
• End jealousy- I get crazy jealous of all the pretty girls that Nick is friends with. This ends up hurting both of us, and it's one of the only major problems we have. As corny as this may sound, I have at least one website on handling jealousy saved in my bookmarks, and I read it whenever I start feeling envious. It helps a little bit, and now that my amazing boyfriend has said the precious "L" word, I feel a lot more confident about myself and I'm more comfortable that our relationship is stable.

Obviously, I have a lot of things to accomplish. Most of these stem from Nick, but I swear I'm not trying to change entirely for him. Not only do I really want to make him happy, but also, most of these goals are things that I subconsciously wanted to work on anyways. Nick just brings out the hopeful and future-oriented young woman in me and I really want to be the best that I can be. He really is the best thing that has happened to me.

Honestly, this is the first real boyfriend I've ever had and the experience is almost completely new to me. We haven't even been together three months (at least, not until tomorrow) and I already feel like he knows everything about me that there is to know. This summer without him always around is going to be really difficult, but I know that we can do it if we both want this relationship to work out (which I'm confident that he wants it as much as I). Though he is busy a lot this summer, he's trying to work out times to visit me as much as he can. If I get my license, we can probably see each other a little more and I can come see him instead.

I would really love for this to work out, because, for the first time in my life, I truly love someone.

Life is Good.

So, I am currently really happy with life.
This has (mainly) to do with the most amazing boy I have ever met. The relationship, no matter what bad or terrible things happened (that I did) or our (my) feelings towards each other (him) in the beginning, is fantastic. Nick is the only guy that kept my interest for this long (while I was actually in a relationship) and I am confident that he is going to be holding my interest for a very long time.

However, Spring Break is lasting much too long and I can't wait to get back to school on Sunday so I can see him. I don't know how people with boyfriends at home do it during the school year. I get to see my Nicholas every single day =]

Why else am I happy?
Why, I renewed my driver's permit. Miss Devan should have her license by summer. Not to mention, my dad's girlfriend is quite possibly the coolest person I have ever met, and yesterday she bought me a Chi.

For those of you who have absolutely no idea what that is, Chis are the most amazing hair straighteners known to woman.

It's also gradually getting warmer outside and I love it.

Dad gave me a vase of change and upon using a Coinstar, I discovered that I was 80 dollars richer, along with the 40 bucks that his girlfriend [Lisa] gave to me.

I'm breaking my nicotine addiction! (Although this weekend is going to be difficult...which leads me to my next point:)

I'm going to Ocean City this weekend with Yvonne and Kevin and a bunch of people I don't know. I have lots of money to spend, we will have lots of booze to drink, and apparently Kevin's brother has the best weed ever. It's going to be fanfuckingtastic.

This will be followed by going back to school to be with my baby<3

[I might be falling in love...]

This is Some Intense Shit.

So I was sitting outside, smoking a cigarette, and thinking about sex.

Interesting intro, correct? Well that's exactly what I was doing about 10 minutes ago.
I started thinking about what the moral interests of our blossoming relationship might be.
Then I thought about what mine are. This idea was followed by another, "What would god think?"
This thought was initially thrown away. I told myself, "Fuck god," Then instantly I had another feeling. A weird instinct I should have felt my entire life, "What if, every time I thought about god (in my atheistic mood, anyways. I doubt real religious people are only thinking about that dude when they need an answer.) he was trying to speak to me and guide me?"

I stopped.

I sat in amazement for quite a while. What if that was the truth. Your happy little non-believer actually believed, for a few minutes anyways. I automatically called Sarah and preceded to pass my thoughts her way.
That voicemail was probably reaaaaally confusing.

I don't know what to think anymore. I'm just really really creeped out by the idea. I think it's going to stick in my head for a long time.

Life Has NEVER Been So Much Fun.

So I am loving just about everything right now. Except the snow. Which really put a damper on my mood when I couldn't see boy today.

I can't decide about boy. I mean, I've finally decided that I actually really like him and he's not just a comfort boy. But when I was mad fucked up on Saturday night he said he wanted to ask me out, just not when I was drunk....and since then he hasn't mentioned it once. As sappy and lame as this may sound (and despite how much I completely despise Valentine's Day), I'm thinking it would be really really cute if he took me out to dinner or something. I don't care either way, but it would be nice.

Haha the past few days with him have been...well, let's just say that you can tell how my past few days have been if you glance at my neck..LOLZ.
I never fully understood why people have so much fun sneaking around with each other. I completely understand now. Cars, elevators, the occasional back stairwell...they are ALL way more fun than I ever thought possible. Not that any of you ever needed to know that. I'm just really happy. Except for this snow. Seriously. This is the one time that it really cannot make us have off class tomorrow. I have big plans for when my roommate is gone tomorrow. And if there is no class, she definitely won't leave, and despite how many times she has sexiled me, I'm not about to do the same to her (except this isn't sexiling...I don't really know what to call it).

Oh well. The snow was supposed to stop by midnight, but it's still falling hardcore. It'll probably just be a delay. Which doesn't affect me or my plans at all. Phew.

Amanda sent me a ton of Lil Wayne today. Seriously...the ONLY rapper I actually enjoy listening to. Woo woo!

Wow You ARE Just Like Every Other Guy...

So my friend Mary cleared some things up for me today. She liked Ed, he liked her, he ignored her, he came to me. I liked Ed, he liked me, he ignores me, goes back to her.

You're a nice guy, huh? Bull fucking shit.
Too bad I don't care anymore. Because I've met a fantastic boy, and no matter the first impression I got of him, I really really REALLY like him. And I'm actually convinced that he likes me too.



Boo fucking YAH.


P.S. Chips and salsa are the tastiest treat ever.

Debatable.

So I have an outline for my next speech due next Thursday and I need to start deciding who my MAP (Most Admired Person) is. I'm trying to decide between:

Chuck Palahniuk...
because he is my all-time favorite author. Not to mention I am an English major, so I guess it kind of makes sense that I would have a writer as the person I admire the most. I also take my writing style mostly from this fantastic man, as you can tell if you've ever read one of my short stories.

~or~

Paul McCartney...
because he is pretty much the most amazing person ever. Just look at all he has accomplished: being in one of the most fantastic bands of all-time (if you're retarded or honestly don't like good music, he was in the Beatles), becoming a fantastic solo-artist (with numerous different projects) after the Beatles were kaput, he was knighted, he's dealt with a rather horrid ex-wife that seemed to only want his money (bitch), he has dealt with the "Paul is Dead" conspiracy and has hopefully overcome that, AND he is (or, at least, was) DEAD sexy.

I'm leaning towards Paul McCartney because I'm thinking it will be a lot easier to have numerous things to talk about. Plus I would like to learn a bit more about him and I'm thinking that writing a speech about him is a good way to go about that.


On an entirely different topic, I've become comfortable (once again) that boys I like don't like me. However, it still stings a little when I see Ed...or talk to Joe and he tries to convince me that we will actually hang out more in the future. Fuck it though, right? Someone will come for me eventually, but if not, I'm better off without them anyways...

This brings me to an entirely different point and I'll begin with a question:
Have you ever had fantasies about someone you have no physical attraction or emotional interest in being with?
Because it's happening to me right now. I absolutely refuse to name any names, and if you ask me I will most definitely not tell you. If you might answer my question in very general terms, it would be much appreciated.



I'm going to Philly this weekend for Amanda's birthday and I am completely PSYCHED. It's going to be so much fun. Next weekend my dad and Lisa are coming to visit, and Lisa is giving me a haircut! Thank goodness, for my split ends are disgusting.


To end on a funny note, I don't know how many times I told myself to close my Frappaccino bottle because I knew it would spill, yet I still walked back to my dorm with a dripping bag. Seriously? Come on now...

Fuck My Life. Again.

I need to stop being such a bitch. Even when I don't think said person is going to read this. I need to keep my thoughts to myself.

Nick, I'm really sorry that you had to see that and I really really really still want to be friends with you.



I may be less intimate on here. I've learned my lesson.

Completely and Utterly Confused.

So remember last time?
Yeah, well, I don't know what to think now. He acts like there is nothing wrong with what happened, just like absolutely nothing happened at all. It bothered me for a little while, but I figured I'd rather be friends than nothing at all (also there's a glimmer of hope in me that says maybe he'll change his mind...?)

And that glimmer of hope was further expanded this morning. Last night he asked to bum a cig, and I unfortunately had none left. We agreed that we'd both try to go to bed early (and by early, I mean before 4 because it was already 2 or so at this point) and that I would text him around 10ish this morning to get cigarettes together.
So I randomly wake up this morning at 7:14 and glance at my phone for absolutely no reason in particular. Ed texted me and asked me to text him once I woke up (this was at 6:30 or so). I texted him back saying that yes, I was up, but NO I did not want to walk to 711 at this ungodly hour. He replied saying hold on and I, in turn, began drifting back to sleep. About 2 or so minutes later, my roommate got up to use the bathroom and freaked out so I rolled over, slightly dazed, to see Brittany looking confused and Ed popping his head into my room. Now of course, just having been jolted awake, I looked like shit. I also was not wearing a bra. Pretty awkward. I sit up and he throws something onto my bed. I look around for it, but, still dazed and slightly high from the night before, I couldn't find it right away (haha, whoops). Finally having seen it, I look down and there, smiling up at me in its delicious white and green package, is a box of Marlboro Menthols. I looked at him and smiled, "You got them for me?!" I asked gleefully. He answered that yes, he felt bad making me walk but that I would have to come and smoke with him right away. I get out of bed, anxiously aware of my boobs swaying in the freedom that pajamas require, and get dressed to go outside.
Once out, he told me that not only did I not have to pay him back, but that he almost bought me breakfast as well but didn't know what I liked (HUGE aw factor right there). That pretty much ends that story, but leaves me in a very baffled state of mind. Did he change his mind? Does he feel bad that he hurt my feelings and is trying to make up for it? Is he really just THAT nice? DOES HE LIKE ME AT ALL?!?!?
The answer to all of these, my friends, is that I simply have no idea.

Never Letting My Guard Down...

So I used to have a huge problem with letting my guard down easy when I liked a guy and that always turned out for the worst. In recent times, it's been a lot more difficult for a guy to actually get inside this protective outerwear but even they have been able to deceive me easier than planned. For these reasons, I would prefer to never let this shield down again. However, knowing me, this is probably almost impossible because boys are never far from my mind (ugh. I'm such a girl).
But seriously, this is the last straw. You talk me up for a while, tell me you're not a bad guy, sweet talk me, kiss me (a LOT), barely speak to me over break but once class starts back up you insist that you still want to talk, ditch me, tell me you just want to be friends, The End.
I don't get it. Why do ALL guys feel the need for this vicious cycle? It gets old. Really fast. And I know I've had my own fair share of "whoops, I don't think I really like him" moments, but I always try to let them off as easily as possible. Because I understand their pain. Maybe not at that moment, but it's something I've been through time and again. I try to make it easier on them so as to create a post-break up friendship at some point in time, and in the hopes that maybe karma does exist, and maybe karma will be much kinder to me if I'm kinder to others.
This, however, is most definitely not the case.
Karma hates me or karma doesn't exist. Whichever is the case, it still fucks my position. I've been fucked over by guys left and right since 6th grade (which doesn't even count as my real life because I was so young, but I'm still counting for frustration's sake), starting with Jordan Madeja, zooming through many boys along the way, including Manny Pena, Chris Futyna (although, on a closer investigation, probably worked to my advantage), and Matt Gross, and ending most recently with Ed Folsom. The newest addition to my extensive collection of failures.

And now for a rant on creepers, ending with a recent addition, slightly less creeper than most, but slightly more creeper than guys I'm usually interested in (also adding my fascination with said boy).
Having introduced that, let me just begin by stating that I am SO unbelievably tired of creepers. They don't go away easily, start out (sometimes) not always being a creeper, and are completely difficult and/or terrifying to deal with. I swear, I attract so many creepers that I almost believe that I must be destined to end up with a creeper. Creepily Ever After. Thank goodness I don't believe in fate.
Recent creeper, however, is not entirely a creeper, but isn't entirely an appetizing dish of a boy, either. For sake of names being withheld, I'll call him Vulture. He seems pretty cool to at least be friends with, but also comes on a little too strongly. Friends tell me he's a good guy, but he just has this way of making me feel a lot more awkward than I actually am (which, let me tell you, is a lot more awkward than I ever wanted to feel) and of course he already likes me. It's as if I have a sign reading, "Socially awkward? Conversationally challenged? Want a girlfriend more than anything? I enjoy your weird point of view and please, make me as uncomfortable as you possibly can," and posted all over every article of clothing I own. Current creeper...Vulture...he also does this kind of really weird thing where he bites (more like gnaws on) his hands. I noticed it a few days ago and now when he does it I can't look away. I don't know if he realizes he's doing it or it's more of a subconscious thing, but either way,
it's weird as shit.
He also has a creeper laugh that makes me shudder when I hear it, or at least cringe a little.
However, I'm completely intrigued by him. He seems really, genuinely nice (even if a little odd) and he reminds me a little bit of Mike Fach (who, despite our differences, is such a good friend to me) but I don't know if I could ever get past his weird tendencies and maybe be happy for a little.
It doesn't help that, as much as I try not to be, I am shallow. Not a lot, I promise you, but looks matter to some extent for me, and that also doesn't help his case much (Meg and Britt don't call him the Vulture for nothing). Plus (another thing that I completely despise about my character and do not enjoy admitting) I don't want my friends to think I'm a fool.

Not to mention, my dating record isn't the greatest and I really would hate to hurt his feelings. I can't help being drawn in by...well I don't know what of him draws me in, but I know that I can't help it.
I guess I'll update again when I have something more interesting or positive to say.

Tattoo!!!!

so here are the lovely pictures of my tattoo and of getting tattooed. hurt like a bitch, but COMPLETELY worth it. Of course, being me, I didn't notice that the stencil said, "All's Fair in Love and War," until Sarah noticed, after my tattoo was finished. It was supposed to say "peace," not "war" but whatever. I'll just tell people it's supposed to be ironic. Haha.

I'm a Creep, I'm a Weirdooooo...

I really don't get myself sometimes. I'll go from uber bitch to sad to whatever in two seconds. I tell someone I want to chill then all of a sudden I don't and I ignore their phone calls.

It's like I have eternal PMS....oh, wait. Maybe it is PMS?






wow. that was pointless.

Fuck My Life.

So this New Years, I had pretty much the best one ever. I went to a party with my darling Sarah and the rest of my Breinigsville friends in Northampton County. I made friends with two boys: Dan (19, lives in Jersey[upsetting, I could see myself really liking him...and vice versa]) and Doug (21, lives in Allentown). I spent a good half my night drinking and being attached to Dan at the hip. We got along really well and I was having a fantastic time (despite the creeper that stirred up trouble because he creeped too much and eventually was the reason all of my friends went home..except for me and sarah) until I left to use the bathroom for no more than 2 minutes. I came back down and Dan is passed out face-down on the floor. I was like are you fucking serious right now?!
So I started talking to Doug and he was really cool and kept getting me new beers as he saw fit. We chilled there until like 730 AM and then Sarah and I peaced. I got both boys' numbers, so I figured I could keep in touch.
Dan and I talked for hours on Friday night when I was babysitting and it turns out that he was so mad at himself for passing out because he wanted to keep talking to me. We decided we definitely need to hang out again, next break or something. I hope so...he is b-e-a-Utiful.
As for Doug, I have a feeling he's REALLY into me...but I dunno. Something about him makes me wary. Plus I made a fool of myself in front of him on Saturday night.
He invited me to a party....on SEVENTH street. I gladly went with him (unfortunately...on an empty stomach) and we started drinking right away. That wasn't my mistake. I didn't even drink that much. Then, Doug rolled a j. THAT was my downfall. Not even 4 hits later, I was speed-walking to the bathroom.
Nobody knew a thing (I figured I could handle it myself, like I usually do...too bad I was much more fucked up than I realized because the full effects didn't hit me until AFTER the vomiting had begun. Then two girls came in and saw me, ran to get...I think his name is Tom. So he was chillin with my for a while, and we were both cracking jokes because I didn't want him to hate me and he was trying to make me feel better. I was texting Sarah that I was sick and she decided to come get me. Doug came in and was helping me but started calling all of my friends because he didn't think Sarah would come. BUT SHE DID!! I knew she wouldn't leave me stranded with a bunch of people I didn't know in Center City!
As I was walking (well...stumbling...with help from Doug) down the stairs, there was this redhead chick standing there.
Chick: Did you just throw up in there?
Me: mmmyes?
Chick: OH WHAT THE FUCK?!?! IF THAT TOILET IS BROKEN, SOMEBODY OWES ME 300 BUCKS!!!!! WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK
Me: *stares blankly, walks right past her*
.:.later, in the car, between puking.:.
Me: so there was this bitch...*explain story*...she was SUCH a bitch. NO. She was a CUNT. and I NEVER use that word, so you KNOW I'm pissed.

Of course, I'm always the one throwing up and still keeping conversation light and enjoyable.
Doug was cute and called me the next morning to make sure I was ok, but I haven't spoken to him since...so I dunno if he hates me or not..haha.