I have returned! After a rough finals week, and even rougher move out day, and a much needed week of re-coop, I am back. To start things off, I’ll give you the rundown.

Final grades - A, A-, A-, A-, B+, B

Not bad, Should have been one more A, but i only got an 82 on the exam in the class I had an 89.8 in and ended up with an 89.1 final grade. I was NOT pleased.

As for move out day….Well, that morning I woke up and had no idea how I got into bed. Yes, I got absolutely shit faced, went to a bar and remember nothing more. I was with two friends, but they left early because one of them had to be carried home. I was left there…black out drunk and alone….GAH! Apparently a random fellow walked me home, thank goodness, then my friend met me as soon as I got in the dorm and took me upstairs. She tells me I was acting insane. Again, Blacked out. I remember nothing.

I was up at 7am puking my guts out and couldn’t sleep. It was horrible. Though, I was just glad I woke up alone. Fucking vodka… But yeah, so I puked until probably 5pm. My other friend was in my room with me, the one who had to be carried home, and we shared a trashcan. The worst part of all of this was my father was there to pick me up and help me move out of the dorms that day. So he got to watch me puke all day long. He would take things out to the car and come back only to find me laying on the floor miserable. Not my greatest moment, and he hasn’t let me forget it.

I’ve been sober since, and have NO desire to drink for a very long time.

Well after a 9 hour drive home, I got to go shopping, get a haircut, get pretty nails, etc. Do all those fun girly things I never got to do at school. I also saw Iron Man — great movie, I highly recommend it.

I got to cuddle with my favorite! That made me happy. He’s at the beach now, I miss him already! and it’s only for a few days. Guess I got spoiled.

In other news–>

I’m getting glasses, well, sort of. I got my eyes checked out, just a usual checkup, and the doc said I have great eyes, beautiful blue and powerful! But apparently they work too hard when focusing up close which results in me zoning out while I read because my eyes get tired. So heck, insurance pays for it, so we got some for me! I’m excited because I love reading and anything that will make it easier and faster is perfect. I’ll get a picture up when I get them.

Also, my employment status. I have always worked at my TKD school where I got a black belt and all. It’s just always been how things work. But with the economy down the drain like it is, my boss doesn’t have enough spots avaliable for the returning college students! So I had to like….get a real job.

This has been unfortunate because I am really late in applying for a summer job. Luckily my school got out kinda early so I had a little jump start. I put apps in at a few restaurants and a salon, but I don’t have any serving experience, so most the really nice places would only hire me as hostess and for only a few shifts a week — not working for me.

I applied at Damons, and the guy said I had a great personality! Yay! But yeah, only hostess and very few shifts. I understood, he was really nice

But I turned an application in to Friendly’s, a little diner/ice cream place and I guess they were desperate for help because they pretty much hired me on the spot. I go for my ‘orientation’ on Tuesday. I hope that means they are pretty much hiring me. I don’t know, this is the only place that would hire me with no experience.

So now I’m going to be a server, eek! A real job! With customers who don’t respect you and taxes… I’m really nervous. I went online and printed out their menu so I could start studying it. My mom laughed at me. I think she knows what I’m in for. I don’t know how much I’ll be making yet, I hope I find out soon. It’s kinda important.

So I have a feeling I’m going to be having fun stories about shitty people to put here. what fun, what fun!

Hope everyone’s summer is starting out warm and sunny!

I could not possibly be more bored right now. I’m in geology 111, “Rocks for Jocks” and I have to skip Green Beer Day because I’m flying home tonight and apparently air ports do not look kindly to drunk college students trying to board planes via the baggage claim.

For those that don’t know, Green Beer Day is MU Ohio’s bitch slap to the university for scheduling spring break over St. Patrick’s Day. They think that if no one is in school on this day, then kids will be less likely to drink. What do we do? Create a drinking holiday of our own.

Every year, GBD is the thrusday before spring break. It starts at 5:30am thrusday morning and ends at 5:30am friday morning. Yes, a full 24 hours of drinking.

Everyone skips class, wears a green shirt, and drinks green beer. It’s a campus wide shit show.

Professors, having learned of of long tradition, have been told to schedule tests today and tomorrow. Most just cancel class, or tell us not to come unless we are sober enough to sit still and be quiet. I got extra credit for coming to class. Excellent.

But I’d much rather be drinking beer. Green Beer.

Sadly, this year I have to head home early because there is a $300 difference between the plane ticket home today and the ticket for tomorrow. So I have to sit here in class, next to a guy who smells very pungently of beer and is sporting a VERY green tongue, wishing I was not sober.

Luckily, My parents felt sorry for me and agreed to celebrate with me tonight. We’re going to play a mad game of “pass out” and maybe some drunk pool.

Drink Strong, my friends, Drink Strong.

I was originally waiting till something exciting happened to post something new. Especially since it’s been a week since Valentine’s day. And I really didn’t think anyone wanted to hear about the copious amounts of crazy hot sex that my boyfriend had. Actually, I’ll begin with a recap.

My Valentines day included sex, lounging, sex, Chinese food, sex, donuts, Moulin Rouge, sex, then passing out at 12:30am. It was awesome. Best celebration ever, especially after last year getting lost for two hours driving home from dinner. Fancy dinners aren’t worth it. It’s all about the staying home and chilling.

That’s about it for that. I mean, I could brag more about how incredible my boyfriend is in bed, but really, I don’t think people (other than him) want to read about it.

But back to today. Today is my BIRTHDAY!!! YAAY!!!

My friend bust in at midnight with a crown, boa, cookies, cards, and a gift!! My gift was an adorable coach wristlet!! oh yes…it’s real. Yeah, my friends seriously kick ass. Not to mention they outlined my door in birthday signs. If there was any doubt it was my birthday, its gone.

My boyfriend is sadly unable to be here with me in Ohio, but its okay because he still chimed in with a nice Happy Birthday and promised to celebrate when I get home He is the best.

But that’s all as of yet. Hopefully after this coming weekend I’ll have better stories because thats when we are all celebrating.

Here’s to a year of ridiculousness!!

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 year, I’m going on a ski trip with the nearby College ski club, and my boyfriend. And it’s to Quebec, Canada.

its 5:34am right now. I’m getting picked up to go at 6am. Bus leaves at 7am.

We get there at 10pm.

Luckily, I’ll be so drunk by the time I get to the border, It wont matter.

4 days of skiing. 4 days of partying.

New Years in a country where this specific part of it the drinking age is 18.

Driving that long trip back on New Years Day (aka national hangover day)

Hilarity should ensue.
See you all in the new year!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Hope you get everything you wanted this year *wink*

It’s been cold here. 27 degree wind chill.

I’ve been busy…..and hungover. I made the mistake of going out last wednesday, which was Halloween, and getting hammered. Had class the next morning at 9:30am, after going to bed at 3:30am. Never felt so sick in my life, just short of actually getting sick. Still managed to get a 7/10 on my quiz though! Had a headache the rest of the day, still went out that night though.

I didn’t drink the second night, but I learned a lot about the guys I was with. I felt dirty compared to them. One guy claimed to have dated a girl for three years, and never did anything more than make out. I quote, “She never touched my penis.” And he had still, by choice, never done anything more.

He also claimed to have never, in his life, masturbated. I’m pretty sure a) that’s not possible, and b) that’s not healthy.

The other guy I was with….had never even kissed a girl.

I felt so dirty. but then again, I also felt like the only Man of the three of us.

And they told me: “you’re not a girl. you’re a drinking buddy.” and I can live with that. I guess when I drink, I just don’t have a vagina or something.

On Saturday I finally got a guy to buy me a drink at the bar. First time since I’ve been here. Two Long Island Ice Teas! wootwoot! He was European too.

15 days till thanksgiving break!!!

So another Halloween weekend passes. Screw the 31st, it’s all about the weekend before.

So my costume this year was Daphne, from Scooby Doo! Surprisingly enough, people kept getting me confused with Velma. How the hell to you

make that mistake? Hot one, Ugly one. Seriously.

But regardless, I still had a great time. Got hit on by at least 5-6 guys, which always makes me feel good.

Lets see, so I hit up this party. 2$ cover for all you could drink. Three different kinds of shitty beer and everclear junglejuice! Which is rare in Ohio seeing as everclear is illegal to buy.

The first thing I notice is this guy dressed as a full on Spartan from the movie 300. His costume was incredible. Talk about dedication, he said he even shaved his legs then covered them with duct tape to look like sandals. I was seriously impressed. Then again, he hadn’t been drinking enough so he was obviously not being totally honest with me. I realized this when I told him I was a creative writing/journalism major and he tells me his dream is to travel around the world and write autobiographical fiction. Apparently I don’t get retarded drunk, so I could smell that bull shit a mile away.

Of course, I was pretty pleased that he thought I was a Junior. I felt bad, I had to tell him that I was actually a freshman before he tried to take me to the clubs or something. To which he seems a bit let down, and asks “…so…you’re 18 right?”

haha. Love that. He later lost interest and I decided to find my friends so I had an easy roll off, told him it was nice to meet him, then went to get more beer.

So my favorite part of the whole night was while I was just standing around, and this guy walks by, stops, and looks at me. He goes, “You have a very pretty face.” He pauses. Then he comes over to me, grabs my head, gets up in my face and says “I LOVE YOUR FACE!” Then he kisses my forehead, and walks away.

I felt so pretty! haha

Then some guy starts hitting on me, and he was just straight up creepy. I tried to roll off (a phrase I totally got from The Pickup Artist <3 that show) but the guy kissed my hand then kept staring at me while I was with my friends. Then when I went to get another drink, he corners me! Starts trying to get me to be his beer pong partner. Thank god my friends came to the rescue and decided we were leaving.

The crowning moment was the next morning when my friend texts me “I made out with [guy friend I came with].” I laughed out loud at brunch, and people looked at me funny.

Then came Saturday night. Went out with the girls, and we got snuck into a List Frat party, which means we needed wrist bands to get in. We called a guy, and he came out with 6 wristbands haha! Of course the place was PACKED. At one point I was literally smashed up against a speaker, and could not move. A girl behind us keeps yelling “PUSH THROUGH!” My friend Megan turns around, and tells her there is no where to push to, it was packed. To which the bitch replies, “Maybe you don’t understand. We’re kind of a big deal around here.”

Thank got Megan didn’t hit her. Personally, I just assumed that being a “big deal” means your the Frat’s designated sperm dumpster.

We left that mess, and headed to the track party. We walked right in since D is on the freaking track team, so she and I got darn good treatment. A guy dressed as Scooby Doo was hitting on me, and that was entertaining. I think he left with a friend of a friend though. I think guys are more gutsy on Halloween, in their costumes.

I ended up dancing with I believe on of the guys from Wayne’s world, some guy in a disco suit, and then my friends ex boyfriend. ooooh goodness.

Well, we danced and well, when I dance, I apparently get really into it, and uh, so did he. Nothing happened, because I’m a good girl and I love my boyfriend. But he got my phone number. I figured it was okay since he was always hanging out with the girls and I, we were all friends.

Well, we decided to leave, and he texts me at least 5 times asking if I was okay, yada yada. He even sends me a picture messages, with no picture..asking for a picture?

I get back to the dorm and my friend Emily is in the hall. She lost her room key and her roommate wasn’t back yet. So we were talking, and Mike, the ex, keeps calling me, so I give Emily the phone, and she tells him to stop calling me. Then for some reason, he thinks my name is Sara? But we corrected him, then out of the blue he thinks my name is Christian? ummm..k? But he was raving about my dancing.

He is taking the breakup with my friend really hard so he has been drinking a lot, thus that night he was blackout drunk, and I haven’t heard from him since. Thank God! I really don’t need that drama.

Plus, I love my boyfriend

Overall, It was a darn fun Halloween and I got a super ego boost! SOMEONE LOVES MY FACE!!

So its two months today since I got my navel pierced, and I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I had to change it. Hopefully it was healed enough! I took a picture! Unfortunately, having it now just makes me want to do cruntches. But I thought I would share with everyone! I’m SUPER excited about it.

And you know you love my penguin boxers.

EDIT: it is so freaking irritated right now, I want to cry. Not infected…yet. But it’s bright red, puffy, and sensitive all around the top. Switching rings was such a bad idea. stupid stupid me. It hurts right now.  *cries* god please get better

Now, you often hear about people’s run ins with the cops. This past weekend….I had two.

Now, consider it just dumb luck, or flat out stupidity. When it comes to college students, the times we escape the fuz is the dumb luck. I think this time, stupidity just caught up with us.

Friday night, I skipped my Friday workout to jump on board with the girls in my hall’s camping trip. They had forgotten to invite me. No really, they asked me that day why I wasn’t going. Then realized they had never asked me, and instead just assumed I was going. So I convinced my injured friend D who was on crutches to come with me and go with the girls to camping, about 30 minutes off campus.

Well, I find out when we get there that all they brought was Vodka, which just isn’t my friend. And they bought PopOff at that, the cheapest vodka you can buy in Ohio.

Here’s an interesting fact. You can’t buy everclear in ohio. The alcohol content is too high. No wonder Jungle Juice sucks here.

Anyway, so it’s about 9 girls and 8 boys at this camp site. It got dark pretty early, and we started drinking at 6:30pm. Most the campers were sloshed by 9, I on the other hand was having a hard time seeing as Vodka just tastes like shit. Eventually though, I decide to suck it up because I was bored out of my mind. I take three shots of vodka, and chase it, because that’s just necessary.

Then I feel that I need to go to the bathroom. Me and two girls, including D on her crutches, walk to the bathroom, and on our way there, this cop stops. He gets out of his car, and luckily walks right past us. Hmmm, wonder where he is headed…. I call back to the campsite and let them know what’s coming there way. We get to the bathroom, and I have to maneuver around a bunch of 5 year olds, as the first shot begins to strike. Not too hard really. Then, after I finish what I have to do, the rest of the girls come to the bathroom and tell us that the cop is just standing there. Interesting.

Second shot hits. I decide that there is no way I am going back.

D, having finally sobered up starts to notice that I’m….not too emotionally okay. I seem to have been walking around telling people I was not okay to go back.

D realizes that I am correct in this, as the third shot hits. She decides she needs to drive me home.

So we get back to her car, which is on the other campsite, and I get in and straight away call my boyfriend. The minute he says hello, I start bawling. Mmmm shot number three of cheap shitty vodka. It’s always the third one.

D is all ready to drive me home, then one of the boys come and snatches her keys away, believing she is not okay to drive. Well, she gets her crutches out of the back and chases after him. All the while the cop is at the camp site and I’m in the car bawling.

Eventually she comes back and he head out, only to realize that we aren’t completely sure how to get home. Most the ride, all I remember is crying, having to pee like a race horse, and at one point giving the phone to D and having to get out to ask the car behind me which way to go.

Eventually, we got back to the room. My roommate was there with a friend. I walk right past them, not a word. Jump on my bed, and pass out.

And I believe, it all ended at 1:30am.

Later that night though, My ex calls me up, drunk. And I got to listen to him throw up while on the phone. Lovely.

But that was Friday! Saturday will be awesome! Yes? No.

Saturday night, I get all dressed up in my pretty new dress, do my hair, put on some smexy eyeliner. I looked damn hot. I was gonna go help my friend, Phil, celebrate his birthday. Of course, due to his own drinking violation that past Friday, he wasn’t drinking. By the time I found the party he was at, they were out of beer, or mostly. I shotgunned one beer, then realized I had a two beer tolerance to feel anything. So I was sober all night. Phil and I got stuck walking around with all our drunk friends, getting declined from parties and such.

Eventually, we are walking down the street, and this cop drives by. He stops. Gets out of his car. And walks over to our group. Most of us keep walking, but he calls back two of my friends. They had been arguing. The cop asks if they had been drinking. They say no, sir. But then realize, that they aren’t sure if it was a male or female cop. Hah.

Well, thank god they pulled it together. Because they only got warnings. One more ‘warning’ and they are getting arrested. eek.

Then we walked around, and again, were home by 1:30pm.

Okay, so I never actually ran into the cops myself. I do consider that lucky. But I can’t say I had a very good weekend. Upset or Sober. Yick.