adventures in college

After graduating high school, I grabed my diploma, swore off formal education and and ran as fast as I could. However a year and a half later I have turned into what I swore I never would-a college girl. This experience has been so strange and crazy that I decided to document it. This is about being a minimum wage slave to pay the rent, finals, parties, meeting strange people, roomates and cheap food.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

hang over

So all that sun I was raving about soaking up yesterday? Not going to be happening today. Today is going to be filled with me watching crap on TV, sipping lots of water with the blinds drawn firmly shut. You see, last night was taco/pina colada night. I unfortunately had more pina coladas then tacos and woke up this morning with my stomach doing somersaults and an intense ache in my head. I have to somehow find someone to take me to my car too. While drinking pina collates is right up my ally, getting a DUI is not. So I bummed a ride home last night, leaving my poor little car abandoned and alone in an unfamiliar place. Upon reaching my home, I proceded to do a social act that should never be performed while intoxicated. That's right, the new generation of drinking and dialing, leaving comments on Myspace. Their are a couple things that fueled the self pitying comments that are now slathered all over my friends pages.

  1. My boyfriend couldn't come over bc he has finals today. I'm sure some of you are familiar with drinking and sleeping alone. For some reason crazy things always result when I've got tequila pumping through my veins and find myself going home to an empty matress
  2. I started thinking about an old friend, who completely fucked me over. Usually when I think of her it involves scraping her eye balls out of her head. However, last night I just missed her and I started thinking about everything that happend between us and blah blah blah

Then the next thing I know, I'm slathering rediculouse messages all over myspace such as:

I hate everything. My heart is so broken, I don't even see hot it is still working right now. I hope everything is good with you, my bones hurt all over.

This is not good at all as now even the people who weren't their to witness my drunken stupor can now also realize what a complete and utter idiot I am.

If anyone has any entertaining web pages/you tube sites or magical hang over cures post em up. I need them more then you know.

Cheers to too many pina coladas and not enough tacos
CG

posted by collegegirl @ 8:40 AM  

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home