Two Stories
I come home from work one night and one of my housemates is laying down on the floor passed out and completely wasted. I pretty much think nothing of it given that this girl has a history of this and start to head upstairs. On my way up two other girls come running towards me and stop and sigh in relief. I give them the "what the hell look" and they tell me they thought she had bolted down the street like she had tried to do earlier. I come back downstairs later to find her on the edge of the couch with her pants and underwear around her ankles, one hand in her crotch region, and the other trying to pull her shirt off. She's sitting there doing this and moaning. At first I'm thinking I've walked in on something way dirty and kinda just want to pretend I'd never seen it, but she looks kinda more like she's in pain than enjoying herself. So I stopped and ask her if she is alright. Apparently, she was pulling her stomach skin down and trying to look at her side because she thought she had gotten a bruise and was really upset about it. She only thought she had said bruise because she had woken up face down on the floor when I had come in earlier and felt sick to her stomach every since. Silly drunk girl didn't seem to grasp that she was sick to her stomach because she was gonna puke because she had drank too much, not because of some external injury. I guess that's just how drunk people think. *shrugs*
Monday night I was getting ready to go to the cold dorm and someone came bursting out the door and running down the hall with no pants or underwear on. This girl just flies by me and says, "Hey Evy." I'm standing there thinking, "What the hell? Am I losing my mind or did this just happen?" As she exits the bathroom to head back to her bed she tells me, "I had a dream I was already in the bathroom and woke up and wasn't. It just made more sense to leave my pants there since I was gonna go to the bathroom anyways."
Ah yes. The things I have witnessed in these last two weeks have more than discouraged me from drinking so heavily those actions make sense.
I come home from work one night and one of my housemates is laying down on the floor passed out and completely wasted. I pretty much think nothing of it given that this girl has a history of this and start to head upstairs. On my way up two other girls come running towards me and stop and sigh in relief. I give them the "what the hell look" and they tell me they thought she had bolted down the street like she had tried to do earlier. I come back downstairs later to find her on the edge of the couch with her pants and underwear around her ankles, one hand in her crotch region, and the other trying to pull her shirt off. She's sitting there doing this and moaning. At first I'm thinking I've walked in on something way dirty and kinda just want to pretend I'd never seen it, but she looks kinda more like she's in pain than enjoying herself. So I stopped and ask her if she is alright. Apparently, she was pulling her stomach skin down and trying to look at her side because she thought she had gotten a bruise and was really upset about it. She only thought she had said bruise because she had woken up face down on the floor when I had come in earlier and felt sick to her stomach every since. Silly drunk girl didn't seem to grasp that she was sick to her stomach because she was gonna puke because she had drank too much, not because of some external injury. I guess that's just how drunk people think. *shrugs*
Monday night I was getting ready to go to the cold dorm and someone came bursting out the door and running down the hall with no pants or underwear on. This girl just flies by me and says, "Hey Evy." I'm standing there thinking, "What the hell? Am I losing my mind or did this just happen?" As she exits the bathroom to head back to her bed she tells me, "I had a dream I was already in the bathroom and woke up and wasn't. It just made more sense to leave my pants there since I was gonna go to the bathroom anyways."
Ah yes. The things I have witnessed in these last two weeks have more than discouraged me from drinking so heavily those actions make sense.
Cold dorm? Are you in a sorority?