Today Shafeka woke me up with the delightful news that I apparently kissed everyone last night (minus sober Mike and Torrence) and was under the impression that I'm the next musical sensation. Dan and I also played 52 card pickup with three different decks of cards and I bitched about Rebekah and he bitched about Noel and then I think I cried or something and he said if things weren't important we wouldn't miss them as much as we did and then I think I tried to say something about how much I hate being young.
He told me I was being a cliche and I said aren't we all.
He left his yoga mat here and I think that means I have to trek it back to campus which is fine I'm just lazy. We both agreed that we'd probably be better friends if we weren't irrevocably lazy and if we didn't get along a billion times better while drunk.
Maybe it's just because we're both awkward and we appreciate not having to be while drunk. He's just such a goddamn lightweight it's funny.
I ran into my RA while drunk and told him I was starting the next musical sensation in Union Square. At our base meeting he asked if I was really sick or just hungover and I pretended to be greatly offended but it's probably a little of both.
This cough is the fucking worst I have shit to do.
I wish things were easier and then I remember that I'm a cliche and I should stop talking.
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