Friday: skipped my first class of the semester [deviant behavior], laid outside, had a performance with my new dance company, quick shower, surprise birthday party for a Dance Group sophomore, Sailor Jerry's 93 proof rum and apple cider, texting the Blond, hookah bar to beg for a free bowl from my employed roommate, receiving a text from the soccer player and fumbling it because I don't have his number anymore, met a guy, took guy home, had probably one of the top 5 hookups of my life [the actual physical aspect was just decent, but we were cracking jokes and getting along really well], ignoring an actual phone call from the Blond while on top.
Saturday: woke up next to a really cute guy, pranced around in my undies bragging about my hookup to my roommates, helping my roommate who I sexiled with her hangover [aka doing crossword puzzles in my snuggie and not getting grossed out when she yakked into a trash can], recon texts with the new guy/the Blond/the soccer player/my girls, nap, dance performance, dinner with Mom and Dad, roaming to various Freshmen-filled parties, texting the Blond, watching movies in the living room while people came in and out, speculating as to what SH and her new guy were doing in her room, passed out in my snuggie.
Sunday: bumming around, weekly chores, Dance Group rehearsal, coffee with the girls, dinner with the girls, bitching about our lack of cable, haircut, midnight feast with the girls, bedtime.
I really need to start writing down due dates for assignments and maybe think about doing some actual work. I have a really bad feeling that something important is due this week but I can't think of what it might be. I still have yet to do any reading for any classes; I'm going to be pulling some miracles out of my ass this semester for sure, but at least I'm enjoying all my free time while I can.
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- Heart transplant recipient trying to get back to normal. As normal as a gal can be while taking 18 pills a day that is. Love to cook and practice yoga, trying to dance again!
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3 comments:
"sexiled"....lol. That never gets old.
I had a single starting my soph year, so I only had to negotiate my frosh year....which I think is a college right of passage.
Oh dude, we had tank tops on door knobs to signify that someone was being sexiled. My old housemate had a creaky door that created really loudly whenever she was going at it with her bf. Totally awkward.
tr: i lived in a quad freshman year. our roommate contract stipulated that we couldnt hook up in there, haha!
tf: our system is sending a text saying "im getting laid!"
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