***IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ A RANT ABOUT MY DRUNKEN EVENING SKIP AHEAD***
So last night...wow. I don't know how much I remember, but let me try.
After Trav's recital, Cassi and I walked to Chipotle then all the way north of campus to Shi-Sha Lounge. We got a peach hookah to share and I swear...that was the neverending hookah - we were there for over an hour hitting of the same one. It was really nice - Cassi understands me, for the most part.
We hauled our asses back to South after trying 3 different gas stations for the new apple black and milds (yes...we're ghetto pimps
)
Then it was to Jared's room for some drinking. I popped up to Laura's to see some old friends from back home, which was nice then got back to Jared's. We played Kings. Man - I got terribly drunk.
At some point, when the beer and vodka were gone I was like "I'm going to Richard's." I left and found my way to his place - I don't think he's ever seen me so drunk. The fire alarm went off a minute or two after I got there and things started to get really fuzzy after that. I don't know how I made it outside and back into the dorm...but I guess I did?
So after that, we smoked up a little and stayed there for maybe an hour...I got back to my room and almost fell while climbing into bed. Then - another fire alarm. I was so drunk I could barely see - and Tarah doesn't talk to me anymore - so I just kind of went with the flow.
I slept eventually and when I got up today - I actually forgot for a few moments what yesterday was...hehe
I don't know, I think I needed a night of distorted reality.
***GOOD CALL, you didn't miss much. So I guess the other part of the roommate situation I never got to acknowledge is the wonderful rumor they have harvested about me. Somehow people on the 2nd floor and people from back home in Medina have been telling me that according to my roommates, I smoke up 3 times a day in the room and that I am selling from in the room and that I have been doing other drugs as well, specifically cocaine. Hmmm...and that the RA knows all of this and the next time I come in hinting at weed in any way they are going to text message his cell and nark me out.
The fact that people back home in the high school my dad works at have this idea of me freaks the hell out of me. I smoke a few times a week...I don't do it in the room. WHY ARE THEY TRYING TO RUIN MY LIFE?
I am serious. They want me out of the room so badly that they are actually sinking THAT low. They're making up shit about me and spreading it like wildfire. They treat me like ass. I can handle being in this room and not liking them, and I'm not going to be immature and treat them badly. I just want to live my life and do my own thing. Why do they have to create extra drama? Jenny says it's because they have never had real drama in their lives so they need to make this cheap shit to feel important. She's right. I don't know what to do anymore about this. It's completely out of control.
It makes me sad. Like there's anger and regret and hate...but this actually makes me sad, too. I just don't get it.
The fact that I have to read 2/3 of a novel for sociology and write an 8 page review by Tuesday morning isn't helping either. I can't pull an all-nighter tomorrow night because I have to play a solo in master class. Yes, ladies and gents, I am fucked. I have a 5 pager for English due Thursday and then finals in a week. Yay~
...I'm going to watch Emily get her new tattoo, and I am bringing my book with me. Pretty pathetic. Maybe AJ's doing it?
BUCKLE ME BUCKLES!
So last night...wow. I don't know how much I remember, but let me try.
After Trav's recital, Cassi and I walked to Chipotle then all the way north of campus to Shi-Sha Lounge. We got a peach hookah to share and I swear...that was the neverending hookah - we were there for over an hour hitting of the same one. It was really nice - Cassi understands me, for the most part.
We hauled our asses back to South after trying 3 different gas stations for the new apple black and milds (yes...we're ghetto pimps
)
Then it was to Jared's room for some drinking. I popped up to Laura's to see some old friends from back home, which was nice then got back to Jared's. We played Kings. Man - I got terribly drunk.
At some point, when the beer and vodka were gone I was like "I'm going to Richard's." I left and found my way to his place - I don't think he's ever seen me so drunk. The fire alarm went off a minute or two after I got there and things started to get really fuzzy after that. I don't know how I made it outside and back into the dorm...but I guess I did?
So after that, we smoked up a little and stayed there for maybe an hour...I got back to my room and almost fell while climbing into bed. Then - another fire alarm. I was so drunk I could barely see - and Tarah doesn't talk to me anymore - so I just kind of went with the flow.
I slept eventually and when I got up today - I actually forgot for a few moments what yesterday was...hehe
I don't know, I think I needed a night of distorted reality.
***GOOD CALL, you didn't miss much. So I guess the other part of the roommate situation I never got to acknowledge is the wonderful rumor they have harvested about me. Somehow people on the 2nd floor and people from back home in Medina have been telling me that according to my roommates, I smoke up 3 times a day in the room and that I am selling from in the room and that I have been doing other drugs as well, specifically cocaine. Hmmm...and that the RA knows all of this and the next time I come in hinting at weed in any way they are going to text message his cell and nark me out.
The fact that people back home in the high school my dad works at have this idea of me freaks the hell out of me. I smoke a few times a week...I don't do it in the room. WHY ARE THEY TRYING TO RUIN MY LIFE?
I am serious. They want me out of the room so badly that they are actually sinking THAT low. They're making up shit about me and spreading it like wildfire. They treat me like ass. I can handle being in this room and not liking them, and I'm not going to be immature and treat them badly. I just want to live my life and do my own thing. Why do they have to create extra drama? Jenny says it's because they have never had real drama in their lives so they need to make this cheap shit to feel important. She's right. I don't know what to do anymore about this. It's completely out of control.
It makes me sad. Like there's anger and regret and hate...but this actually makes me sad, too. I just don't get it.
The fact that I have to read 2/3 of a novel for sociology and write an 8 page review by Tuesday morning isn't helping either. I can't pull an all-nighter tomorrow night because I have to play a solo in master class. Yes, ladies and gents, I am fucked. I have a 5 pager for English due Thursday and then finals in a week. Yay~
...I'm going to watch Emily get her new tattoo, and I am bringing my book with me. Pretty pathetic. Maybe AJ's doing it?
BUCKLE ME BUCKLES!
charlie_stars:
souinds like a eventful weekend, sorry i missed you in chat i must have forgot to log off when i went to bed. and it sounds like your roomates are serious bitches, that need to get out and get signicant other to occupy thier free time(read as go out get drunk and get laid)
sansseraph:
but o course lady i am already setting events into motion you just make sure you've got time 
