So I have made a few references to “The Dirty South” and I feel like I should explain this fully.

First off, no, this is not in reference to anal sex. I’ve heard this lie, and no, it has NOTHING to do with that.

In actuality, The DS is a group of 8 girls who live in the South Side of our Dorm. Because of how the floors work, we are the only south side with girls, making us the best. duh.

At first there were 6. I was shy, but they accepted me to make the group 7. Then gradually, we added another girl to even us out to the Extremely Sexy Eight. (As opposed to the sexy six or sexy seven as we were before) It’s true, we just keep getting sexier.

Granted, because we do tend to broadcast ourselves, we have developed a reputation in the dorm as being….sluts. I would like to say, this is NOT true. Two of us have boyfriends! So a few of the other girls tend to make out with random guys every weekend, but really that’s it. And sure sometimes not all of us come home at night. But, it’s college right?

People love to hate us, and I think that makes us celebrities.

Ironically, the girls in the dorm like us. No beef with them. It’s all the guys that talk shit about us. Lemme guess why….because we won’t hook up with them! Funny how that works.

But we also have fun practices, such as Plastered Piggy which I mentioned before.

Plastered Pig, as pictures below is actually my personal pet, Piggy. No really, my parents got her while I was away at school. She is an albino hairless guinea pig. I brought back pictures and “Plastered Pig” was born.

If one earns “Plastered Pig” she must have the picture on her door until it goes to someone else. This is to let everyone know that she was an absolute shit show that weekend, or at least that she got really plastered. It’s relative each weekend.

I got it last weekend. And since we didn’t go out Saturday night, I get her all week. woot.

We also have “Trashy Teresa.” There is a whole long story behind this one that I actually don’t know completely. But somehow we came into possession of a baby doll. We named her Trashy Teresa and took a picture. Now, if a girl hooks up with an exceptional amount of people one weekend or spends the night, etc., then she gets Trashy Teresa on her wall. Again, relative.

This past weekend I was boasting that I had never had Trashy Teresa on my door since that whole boyfriend thing keeps me from doing that whole hookup thing. No complaints here. But my friends decided that I get TT when I go home next weekend. There is no doubt I’ll be the trashiest of us all that weekend. *wink*

We have a fun motto to: “You mess with one of us, you mess with ALL of us.”

And it’s true. On more than one occasion we’ve given people hell for saying shit about on of the girls. That shit doesn’t fly with us.

That’s how we roll. We’re the Dirty South.

First off, I want to apologize for the drunk post from the other night. I don’t even remember being on the computer that night. It was one of those nights where my friends felt the need to get me drunker than usual.

It started out with me just wanting to go and a have a few beers, and see all my friends up at the PIKE house. (PKA Frat for those who don’t know) It was a Heaven and Hell party, and I chose to be a devil. That’s just how I roll. Not gonna lie, I looked pretty devilish.

Well we get there, and it turns out they have….JUNGLE JUICE! With not the usual nasty vodka that most places use since Everclear is illegal in Ohio. No, it had everclear, which I didn’t realize till after three cups and 2 beers. Possibly more beers, to be honest, I don’t remember. They just kept going down.

As far as I remember I made out with 2 or 3 girls. The third one may have been a mirror in the bathroom. We danced in the shower, we took way too many pictures, and we told everyone that we are the dirty south.

Again, for those that don’t know, the Dirty South consists of 8 girls that live in my corridor. They are sexy and bad ass. We aren’t to be messed with. But we are always willing to fool around. Well, the single one are. Two of us have boyfriends, but we like to tease.

Anyway. At some point, we all got split up. So one of the PIKE pledges, a friend of mine from a previous party, walked me home. Sadly, I do remember at point stopping, turning to the side, yacking, then continuing to walk. Didn’t even phase me. Not bad for the first time getting sick at school.

Eventually I made it home. Curled up with my trash can and passed out. Obviously not after some drunk blogging though.

Come to find out the next morning that only 3 of 8 of the girls came home that night. Damn right, we’re the dirty south.

I got plastered piggy when they found out I got sick. That means I have a picture of a hairless guinea pig on my door all week so everyone knows I got plastered over the weekend. Always fun.

And even though I woke up with the hangover fit for Satan himself (see what I did there?), I got a call from my mom.

Now, Brace yourself. This was the most exciting thing to happen to me in a long time

My parents…without even telling me ahead of time…….

BOUGHT ME A NEW CAR!!!

yes that’s right, a Brand New Silver 2008 Honda Civic. They then sent me this picture:

Now every time I see a car commercial, I freak out.

What makes this even better is, this coming weekend, I’m going home!! So I get to drive MY BRAND NEW CAR!!!

I think I’ll name her Delilah. <3

The final reason this weekend has been awesome?

John. He just makes me happy. Thus, every time I get to talk to him? awesome.

I know, my admiration sickening isn’t it?

SO that is why this weekend has been the best weekend ever. Until next weekend, when I get to have hot hot valentines/birthday sex and drive my BRAND NEW CAR!

this ismjy drunk post for the moth or so L> Expect anothar oudn my birthday!!! soom, i promise.

anyway, I adore my Biyfr0en=d john!!!! Kissing girls is un! drunk blogiggins if fuffn too!!!!

wqont reemebr!!!! I love the dirty wouth!!! *SOUTH!!!

slkeep now night., <3

So I met this guy at a PIKE party the other night. It was a Shot party, 12 different shots, one given out every 15 minutes. It was AWESOME. But anyone, I met this kid, and he likes to text me when he is drunk now. This is often since he is a pledge, pretty much every day of the week.

But this past weekend, he kept asking where I was, since I obviously was not at the PIKE party. I was in my room, chilling, because I was tired.

At one point, he sends me: “Do you mind if I come back to your room and help you study?”

I laughed. I laughed a lot.

I sent back: “I don’t see how you can help, I’m not in a human anatomy class.”

I thought I was being pretty clever, but when I got a message back…. he didn’t get it.
I was so disappointed I wasted a perfectly good joke on a drunk boy who wanted just wanted to go to a party in my pants. Alas, he was not invited.
Ah well, two weeks and I get to study someone else’s anatomy very closely. and well, I am very excited for that.

I’ll probably have a new reader now. Below are the events that led to me giving my boyfriend the link to my blog.

My boyfriend’s name is John. We’ve been dating around 14th months now, that’s over a year and a substantial amount of time. Because I chose to go away to college, far far away, we’re currently in a long distance relationship. It has been working. Winter break was a lot of fun, but towards the end, things became strained.

We were doing the same thing a lot, which would leave to lots of things getting boring.

Leaving was hard, but who wouldn’t expect that? Then John was out of the country, so I wasn’t able to talk to him for over a week. It was difficult because we hadn’t left on a good note and then I was left to stew.

I had fun back at school, but I missed him tons. He came back, things felt awkward. We talked, but it wasn’t the same.

Then the argument came. Views were expressed. But really, they were just deeper problems being expressed in ineffective ways.

After that night, there wasn’t much talking. I was withdrawn. I didn’t want to push it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep it up or just end it, but every time I thought about ending it, I just couldn’t.

I lost sleep. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t work. It was awful.

Later on that week, John came home from a night of light drinking and left me a message. I was still up, we talked. Things were more calm, were explained, and problems were figured out.

We realized we were too stuck in our ways. Things weren’t interesting anymore. We had stopped trying to make things fun. We had taken each other for granted.

And he mentioned that he knew I had a blog, and that it has always irritated him that there were things I didn’t tell him. I felt that was the time to offer him the link. I’m glad

He’s a great guy. I love him tons. And well, I’m happy now…well, happier.

(named for the Spanish movie I accidentally saw when I thought I was going to see the Good Shepard. I was not pleased)

Alright, alright. SORRY. I was a little busy with my first two weeks of the semester. All that drinking….I mean studying….really tired me out.

But now I promise to be better about posting. I’m much more settled in and need more ways to procrastinate with all the exams and papers I have due in the next few weeks.

So for a few updates:

My classes and profs don’t totally suck! woo!

I’ve been having a lot more fun at school! mmm alcohol

Jaegerbomb Jaegerbomb Jaegerbomb!

The funniest side effect to the meds are that I clench my teeth.

10% of my campus has the flu….I’m doomed.

It’s fucking cold in Ohio.

Mono girl has mono again.

And that’s about it.

Nothing particularly fascinating really. But so far I’ve gotten ridiculously drunk each weekend to the point where my friends aren’t calling me ‘Sensible’ anymore. Oops? But it’s okay, when my friend woke up with a boy in her bed, they stopped making fun of me. Nothing like someone else’s antics to take the spotlight off me! I’m sure I can get it back if I try real hard though, and by try, I mean drink.

Ever since my friends and I watched ‘My New Haircut’ on youtube, Jaegerbombs have been our choice of drinks. After about 4 or 5, we headed out to the Secs and Exects party that was thrown by one of the Frats on campus. If I knew the different names, maybe I would know which one, but Greek confuses me, so I just don’t bother.

Anyway, despite the majority of my chest hanging out, and extreme drunkeness, I was not approached. But I managed to get a little action with my friend Catie, who then went around telling everyone. It’s all good though.

Told one of my old friends about my new habits, and about my stripper experiences. He stopped talking to me, guess I’m just a petite bag of surprises! haha I like who I am, no one is gonna guilt me into being anything different, damnit!

Except maybe my parents….they can make me do anything.

But yes, I’m back. I’ll try and post dailyish again. Thanks to those who kicked my ass to get back in here.