babybeezer

worlds collided last night at the bar when I ran into 6 people from high school while hanging out with 10 of my closest friends from college. There's no way to prepare for that kind of thing, it's just nutso. Not to say that I didn't have a great time. My roomate was so drunk she threw me up against a wall and bent me over and started seriously humping my ass (we're talking like, with intent here people). Got some funny looks from the blonde sorority chickies. I tried to smile and wave like all was normal, but somehow that didn't seem to help...

Had a bit of a disaster today. Okay, random fact about BabyBeezer: When taking notes in class, I need to switch off using blue and black pens. Blue pen one day, black the next, then blue then black...it just needs to be done, so that no two days in a row will be in the same color ink. So I flip through my notebook and see that wednesday's notes were taken in blue ink, but much to my chagrin and horror, there was NO BLACK PEN IN MY BACKPACK. I don't know what happened. There were two and now there are none. I think my roomate ate them. What the fuck do I do now? I ended up using a blue pen again for today's notes, but I wasn't happy about it. I even wrote a note to myself on my hand to attend to the matter so that it won't happen again.


yes, I realize that I. am. so. crazy.

Don't even get me started on my towels....