all of you should have been at u of i last night to see me in my drunken stupor. i hear i was great. i need to get the pictures from jessica because there is a great one of me trying to get dressed in my shit hole room. and various ones of me in the bar looking like a total creep because i don't fit into to the fraternity life bar scene and i dig it anyway. despite the fact that michael made me drink juice i still woke up feeling like death. and i have "what do 5 fingers say to the ass" "slap" written in sharpie across my ass. i don't remember a whole lot else. but my nipples hurt. ah well, drinking in the living room+ happy hour+drinking at home again+going back to the bar=not a lot of coherent memories.
ah well, at least it made up for my test being shitty.
ah well, at least it made up for my test being shitty.
Although one time I woke up engagged. No idea how the hell that one happened.