drunk hiccups

okay im so drunk that everytime i feel drunk i usy hiccccuo, okay im drunk>??? mayebe? maybe not? i jjust hiccup for everything its miserable. iiii wish i wasnt allergic to anything esepcially not awkward moments. icajt ebvn breathe realllllt without being unfair. oh goshhhhh this suck.s.. immmm soooooo sober slash so drank and sob erat the same time






ok.



so i can't stop hisvuppinh, is that a sign tosh hit the fuck up and stop typing>>>>?? uest this iswhat the public is sayign:

"get the fuck offline and sleep you moghinerrr fucker."


oaay i love everyone,


love,


louisiana

honky tonk bedonk adonk

okay soooo everythinkfs moving super fast like the speed of light. everytime i feel this i rhink of how nothing mattttters,

and then i think abour exes ndhow they suck.

qducky ducky quck quck barbaharharhahrarharharahra[


we;;ree awkwart and we know it. ebeyerone is upset with me being ANNOYING AND I KNOW IT//////////
WHY is this happynign WHYll??? immjust so tired andi love onion strings, meee

okkkkkkkkkkk mmmmmhh*? happpyyyyo
'
;
;;;mYBE

i owe amy a handle of whiskey

i wasn't gonna go out tonight, i swear. iw as just gonna stay home, be the designateed driver who picks erryone up, and then go to bed early for the sake of my skin (which is breaking out, and by the way i did my ENTIRE face hygiene regiment which is extensive i will have you know, and i did it all hopefull to God's satisfaction). i am breakkkiinngg out. i swear to go if i get one more zit, i'm slashing someone's eyez out.

not lying.
aye aye aye captain. AY YIYIYIYIIYI! bahahaa

okay so we went to shady's and or bogies. actually everyone went to shadys and then i snuck into bogeis to avoid paying cover, but then i left again and went back to shadys and then we left. i felt like every girl in shadys was annoying. fucking sorority girls. wanted to punch every girl that pushed me out the way and didn't say excuse me. BITCHES, THE ENTIRE TIME I'M WALKING THROUGH THE CROWD, I'M JUST REPEATING "EXCUSE ME" OVER AND OVER AGAIN EVEN IF IM NOT EVEN TOUCHING ANYONE. ugghh people are just so rude sometimes.

hey, girl, just because you're wearing that gay costume from your exchange doesn't make you cool, go home and put one some real clothes. oooooh cool you were just at an exchange with BOYS. LIEK OOHHHHEMGEEE!!

i will try to not be negative.

loljk, that's a stupid promise.


okay thyme (like the herb) for bed nightttt

b

ps. happy birthday cici

fight, fight, fight!

tonight the sue johanson's played at mike's. lynda, me and liza were in the front by the stage, and surrounded by douchebags. behind us, stereotypically smelly indians (like, seriously a gigantic group of them) and in front of us frat boyz and their hoes blocking our vision. all in all, an enjoyably violent position we were in. liza kept elbowing and shoving into people to prove a point. thumbs up for that, i love sticking it to the man.

oh shit, before the sue joe's we were at ellie's apartment (she wasn't there, we were just using her apt....not joking, wish i was cause then it wouldn't sound so ridiculous) just drinking. ALL DAY. like, at noon. we were drinking. the alabama/lsu game was today, it was depressing. jarrett lee is a disgrace, as usual. i actually feel really bad for him because i'm sure everyone he knows must hate him. would hate to be him in the locker room after the game. or on the football team in general, geez, HOW DEPRESSING. its sucky enough just watching it on tv.

fucking saban.

trying not to be bitter. anyways, then we went to mikes. we started out with like a group of ten, and then me lynda and liza realized we were alone at the bar. the rest of them all went to pluckers, a restaurant open late, and we met them there. and this asshole in the table across from us kept saying incoherant drunken words, like yelling in the restaurant. soo,...i may have provoked him a little by saying "you're in public...shhhh" like...maybe a few times. he called me a chinese bitch and i FLIPPED MY SHIT...hahah may have yelled in public. like called him a pasty white boy...probably a few other mean things (like racist) that i can't remember cause i'm pretty sure i was close to anger blackout (and drunk so im sure that doesn't help memory retention). the waiter told the guys at the table they had to chill out and so that ended the fight. pretty lefit, the entire staff was entertained, i'm sure.

enventful end to an eventful day.

lynda took patron shotz because her mom is sue and her brotha hooked her up with dat good shiet.

good times, man. good times......can;t wait to wake up tomorrow and remember that i indieeed washed my face tonight. DID MY WHOLE ROUTINE!! can't wait to shower....

i love being clean......


TTYL
B

tonight was the definition of a cluster fuck

okay so before i forget, i washed my face and put on night cream. YEAAAHHH so when i wake up i know i'm gonna be like "SHIET, DID I WASH MY FACE?" and then i'll read this shit and be like. YEAH I DID. har har har. i havea french in class essay tomorrow sooo...i need to get up for dat shiet. ya trick yaa..

tonight was wild. we went to JL's first bc we were suppsoed to have an exchange with lambda chi tonight but it got canceled...but they kept the bar rented out so we went anyways (and said hi to the only lambda chi any of us know....) and then we left and went to shady.s they were tryign to charge me 5 dollars though, but they already put the marks on my hand, so i just ducked out and went across teh street to meet ym friends, aka i dind't pay shit. IN YO FACE MELLLOOWWW MUSHROOM.

then i tried to go bak to shadys but i couldn't find anyone and then i went back to mellow, found tay and he brough tme back to his arpt and i hung out with him, brennan, and their frined joey. i can't remember what we did or what we watch---wait, jk we watched family guy. and i ate zapp's voodoo chips, which i bought but left at their house. tay brought me back to the sorority house and now here i am typung. har har harhahrahrharhahrahrah

okay. so my eyes sare sore...like oranges sometimes.

miss yall it was an unterestng night


b

camp whispering pinezzz

okay so i went to brighside bar to visit with old coworkers that i met at a summer camp. theyre pretty cool. i am DRUNKKKK and out t all on someone elses tab im not htat knightly. okay?

im just drunk. its a real effort to tye right now i won't lie. tye as in type. using keys.

so i texted this guy tonight that i was talking to kinda sorta aka not at all. and he didnt text me back. and that is the END of anything. i feel bad for guys that make one mist ake bc we wont ever talk again. too bad you had your chance. also i that woul also explain why im single.

bc im a bitch.

oh well.
do i look sorr yabtou it? bc im not eget o er it.


thats probably unintelligable but im too lazy to go fix it. oh well.
hey i like eggs and lard, what? what/?? watTT????

so maybe i have a few drankz

okay. so maybe i had a few drankz. whats it to ya? huh? huh?

it was game day. wonderful day. wonderful. sid's parents came in town and had a tailgate, which was AWESOME. there were so much luxurious food and free alcohol i didn't know what to do with myself. also, we won then game, and then after (aka we left during half time because it was obvious we were winning) we went to serrano's, a restaurant/bar that everyone goes to after games. it was a good time. i had two margaritas (which are very strong) and for some reason, amelio bought use shots so i took that. so i may or may not be drunk, i don;t know. its weird bc usually during games i sober up and get a headache. not today....i think i just had THAT much to drink that i didn't ever sober up?

so. yeah also despite my drunkenness, i still had the foresight to go to my cafeworld application on facebook and make sure my dishes weren't rotting. and if you don't know what i'm talking about, join cafe world. its fun.

i would talk about other stuff that happened today but to be completely and totally honest, i can't really remember very much....i can't only remember the gist of what i did which is very unfortunate.

oh well.

i know i had a good time, i remember that?

love ya
b'


ps sorry this is boring

i just ate sooo much chiken

and i don;'t care. ya know why> beaucase tonight was semi formal and i DIDN'T HAVEA FUCKING DATE. AND YA KNOW WHAT> ITS BETTA DAT WEIGH (LOL @SPELLING) BC I DIDN'T HAVE TO WERRY BOUT EATING ALL NIGHT OR TALKING TO PEOPLE OR DANCING WITH ANYONE. i could dance by myself, which i did so don't you dare judge me, and not worry about entertaining a guest. i mean, yeah , sure i can say this bc i dont have anyone impt in my life to bring ot these things and havea good time with, so i wiill say tht, but its true.so deal. ok?

ummm so sid brought us to get cane's chiccken eeennnnnn tonight and laura b. gave me an extra chicken finger bc she was full so i had FOUR STRiIPSSS. wwtffffffff im gonna wake up tomorrrow and be 1000000 lbs like that phi mu girl thats likea size 1 million that i see on campus all the time (mean, or honest? can't decide).

ummmmmmmmmmm sooooo also i decded that FUCK MOTHA FUCKAZ IMA LIVE MAH LIFE DA WAY I LIVE IT AIITES?!

peace motha fucka
love,
b

american girl dolls

soooo went to ella's apt to drink tonight. we did it, we drank. it was pretty wild. actually, i had a natty while i was doing homework (oh, so hardcore, natty light).

that was pretty much the night....we're actually grandmas. i did hw and they played gin rummy, which i joined later to watch (no to play bc i suck at that game). actually first we watched that show with those people...uhhh the hills and the city (not laguna beach like i was about to type). i gotta say, for an annoying bitch, kristin cavallarri is pretty. and thats tough cause if you're an annoying piece of shit, you usually look more like shit just bc i don't like you. but she's like legit pretty.

anyways, then we went to taco bell and i got a mexican pizza, which i forgot to ask no beans on since i hate beans but i always assume people hate them too but everyone loves beans for some reason so i always get them on accident. ugghh i hate beans. disgusting.

but the pizza was okay still since i was kinda drunk eating it so i couldnt really tell as much. still good. mmmmmmmmmmmm. beans. BEANZZZ.

oh yeah and my frin revealed she got engaged today. WHAT. THE. FUCK. like, seriously, we are old enough where people i know will get married? so confused about that. but happy for them.
BUT STILL, WHAT THE FFOOOOOK. fook.


good night.
b

i have there huge black ex's on my hands.

okay. so i have HUGE BLACK EXE S ON MY HANDS. ummmm it would only be more obvious that i was unver 21 if i took a mega phone and screamed "OH MY GOSH I'M UNDER 21." hhaaaaa but ya, that didn;t happened. we went to bogies' tonight, and i had too much to drink obviously,,,,.....btw i just went back and corrected all (or most) of my grammar/spelling mistakes. you can't understand how long it took to write that sentence even.

YOU CAN;T EVEN KNOW.



soooooooooo i ate a pizza bagel...but instead of putting it in a toaster oven or microwave..i put it in the toaster. BAHAHAHAHAH toooooo crazy, i cant beileve it fit. TOO FUCKING CFAZY. RIHG???T?? RIGHT?? just say right, mother fucker. JUST SAY IT.
bahhaah jk. i know it doesn't matter f you say it or not.

hi.

hi?

hi....
hi!!!!

all the different punctuation just happened. uyeahl.sdasda yeah. be jealous.

love yall
b

BLLLAAHHHH BLAH....exchanges are fun

ssigma nu exchange tonight. its not on until its neon. i wore lots and lots of neon tonight. i don't know how much i spent exactly on neon shit, but i'm sure it was more than what was worth it. oh well. i was glowing tonight. we had our exchange at zippy's, restaurant/bar BUT THEY WERE BEING FUCKING LAME AND NOT TURNING UP THE MUUUSSIIICCCC. i went to the bar a few times and pretended i was having convos with people and was like "MAN THIS FUCKING SUCKS, IT WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER WITH SOME MUSIC". apparently the bitch bartending said it was bc we were in a residential neighborhood, but that's actually a piece of bullshit bc we're by acme oyster house, a street light intersection, other businesses......


FUCKING LIAR!! oh well. i still had a good time. although at these exchanges, almost all the guys are pledges so its not like i want to talk to any of them. cause they're like babies. wahhh. that's what they say the whole time.

i'm drunk. but i was mad bc no one would take me to get wendy's. it's actually a longer story but i'm too lazy to type it. let's just say that in the end, i finally got wendy's and it made me really happy and i ate it all. i got chicken nuggets, a small fries, and a chicken sandwich. i only ate half of the sandwich though and gave the other half to liza bc she was hungry still. she's cool. coo colllll. watch this i'm gonna try to type with my eyes closed:

hey my name is lizzie i'm freaking drunk what's the fuck up dawwwjjj!!!! wooooooooo. hey so i'm hungry still kinda but not really cause i had wendy's jeee jeee jee/ o
, fpmma stp[ n....


can't even tell what the end of that says. PATHETICCCCC. my room mate is not here. BIG SURPRISE!! she's such a secret agent all the time..


love ya.
b

i hate everything.

I'm so fucking pissed right now, I can't even write anything down without wanting to cry.

love,
B

aggravation is not a usual emotion

tonight, some boy was trying to double play me and z's friend alexa. he was like hitting on her, but then later on he was trying to make out with some other girl, but by the end of the night he was trying to talk to alexa again. ,, excuse me? sorry, but she's not your last resort. he didn't even offer to buy her food, and btw he was hitting on her at the end of the night AT A FOOD BOOTH. EXCUSE ME? so me and z were like..."are you buying her food?" and he was like" sorry i can't" but then he ordered liek two things of fries. so obviously you can. so we stole one of his fries and ate it all. yeah i hope he gets hit by a car. please don't try to use my friend as a back up, because first of all, you're short, second of all, you have a huge fucking mole on your face, 3rd of all you're not good enough for someone who's BLIND and 5th of all she can do better.

I HONESTLY DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY GIRLS WHO ARE PRETTY AND HAVE A GOOD PERSONALITY SETTLE FOR GUYS THAT ARE MEDIOCRE TO UNATTTRACTIVE WITH DOUCHBAG PERSONALITIES. WHICH have been about 80% of the guys i've ever met.


i hate everything.

just kidding, i love alcohol and myself.


love,
b

p.s. hopefully i won't be hateful and aggravated when i wake up tomorrow.

504EVVVAAA

OKAY SO I DECIDED I'M GONNA WRITE IN CAPS THIS ENTIRE POST FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT. !!!!!!!!!!

AND I ALSO DECIDED....I'M NEVER FUNNY WHEN I'M DRUNK. I JUST GET MORE SERIOUS. SO. DO I ACTUALLY SOBER UP WHEN I'M DRUNK? MAY SEEM LIKE A CONTRADICTION. BUT ITS NOT. BUT MAYBE IT IS. EH? EH? EH? WHO THE FUCK KNOWS.

DUDE, EVERYTIME I SAID FUCK TONIGHT, WHICH WAS NOT OFTEN, BTW, SIMPLY USED FOR EMPHASIS IN A SENTENCE, I WAS TOLD "WHHHOOAAA, LANGUAGE!" BY A BOY, NO LESS. YES, BOYS. TONIGHT WAS THE KAPPA SIG EXCHANGE SO I WAS FORCED TO MINGLE. NOT GONNA LIE THOUGH, THE DRUNKER I GET, THE MORE BOYS I TALK TO. I TALKED TO A LOT OF PLEDGES TONIGHT ABOUT USELESS CRAP AND I WILL PROBS NEVER MEET THIS GUYS AGAIN. THE THEME WAS GRAFITTI SO EVERYONE WORE A WHITE SHIRT AND GOT WRITTEN ON. EVERYTIME I WAS ASKED FOR A PHONE NUMBER, I WROTE ON THEIR SHIRT "KAREN" AND A FAKE NUMBER, USUALLY A HYBRID OF MY HOME PHONE AND MY PARENTS CELL PHONES. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT ONE, BOYS. I KNOW THEY'LL NEVER CALL THE NUMBERS, WHAT KIND OF DESPERATE ASSHOLE DOES THAT. ITS JUST FOR SOUVENIRS SAKE TO HAVE PHONE NUMBERS ON YOUR SHIRT.

ANYWAYS, SAW MY AQUAINTANCE JACOB. HE WAS IN MY FIRST AND SECOND LEVEL FRENCH CLASS. WE DON'T HAVE FRENCH TOGETHER THIS SEMESTER, AND I TOLD HIM MY TEACHER WAS FLAMBOYANTLY GAY, WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO BE LAUGHED ABOUT AND BONDED OVER. HOWEVER, INSTEAD HE SAID "GAY PEOPLE MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE, I DON'T LIKE THEM. DO YOU LIKE THEM?" WHAT THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY? YES I LOVE GAY MEN? INSTEAD I JUST SAID "UHHHHHHH" AND THEN TALKED TO SOMEONE ELSE, I'M PRETTY SURE.

HEY I'M ABOUT TO LOOK SOMETHING UP, HOLD ON.
NEVERMIND I COULDN'T FIND IT. HOW ANNOYING IS THIS, HAVING EVERYTHING IN CAPS?

BEARITY SAYS SSHE HATES IT AND CAN BARELY READ IT. I TOLD BEARITY, BITCH, YOU CAN'T EVEN READ IN THE FIRST PLACE ,I NEVER SENT YOU TO SCHOOL!!!!

I HAD TO CONVINCE MY FRIEND EM THAT BOYS ARE NOOOOTTT WORTH IT, ESPECIALLY IF THEY'RE IN THETA XI. SPEAKING OF THETA XI, MY LITTLE BRO FROM HIGH SCHOOL PLEDGED THERE. EMBURRASSING SINCE ALL THETA XI'S ARE ASSHOLES, BUT I LOVE THAT KID SO I'M GONNA PRETEND I LIKE THEM.

OKAY I'M DONE WITH WRITING IN CAPS, THIS SHIT IS RIDICULOUS.

LOVE
B

DDRRRRAAANNNKKK

sooo
its boy bid night
aka when al the frats party because they just accepted all their pledges.
my little bro from highs chool just pledge theta xi,,,but we went thurr and he was not there. accoding to sources he was taken home. i saw the boy i used to hook up with which wwas somehwat awkward, but we left qucikly. we also went to sigma nu, sig ep, and some other frat parties...we went to phi psi first. eprsonally, i think we shouldve stayed whever we were first for the ewhole night, but i wasn't driving soi was not in charge. i like our nw members. they're fun.

i am really drunk righ tnow we heated up my leftovers from chilis. chicken crispers and fries. def not cooked enough cause i ate some fries and they were disgusting.

the chicken was okay though. i tried to keep track of everyone tongiht but it just did not work out,

sad.

i neeed to close my eyer desperately.
good night.

b

rush is over. finally.

so rush has ended. just camp from the post-pref party. it was fun i guess only because i was drunk. not drunk, per say but def over the line of tipsy. aggravated though bc i drove home with mya, sidney, and meg and they all kept treating me like i was drunk and telling me to shut the fuck up, which i do not appreciate. i may be drunk, but it is SO obnoxious when someone talks to me in a patronizing way, as if just because i've had some drinks i can't understand you. ugh. whatever, it's just annoying because i like all of them and mya drove us home, so i'm grateful, but i just wish people wouldn't treat me like a fucking idiot.

anyways, also tonight, some boy tricked me into thinking he was engaged. it was VERY elaborate lie, which i didn't believe but pretended to believe for the sake of conversation because i had nothing else to talk to them about and if i lied about believing them, at least i could be like "like ooohhh my gosh, you were lying? like ooohhh my gosh yall are soooo clever." okay, so maybe i sounded a little sarcastic, but if they didn't catch on, it's their own fault.


MY ROOM MATE, MEG is once again ditching me for apartment slumber party. no, that's fine, i'm not offended (i'm offended).

SPEAKING OF OFFENDED, this guy, justin, who i see all the time and is friends with one of my sorority sisters, was like "hey do you remember me?" and i was like "yeah, justing right?" and of course i was right, bc why the fuck would i say his name if i didn't know it? if i couldn't remember i'd just try to find a way to figure it out through talking with him...anyways, he was like "yeah, you're asia, right?" ................i thought he was joking but he was dead serious. like when i told him it wasn't my name, he thought i was lying to. JUST BECAUSE I'M ASIAN DOES NOT MEAN MY NAME IS ASIAN, YOU ASSHOLE. sooooo i pretty much walked away from him pissed off.


okay, good night.
love you, lynda, cause i know you're reading this.
probs the only one reading this.
so this is for you.


B

my thighs are totally in shape

okay so i keep mispelling stuff but i'm spbe renough to backspace it ...i keep trying to respelell tht estuff i misspell but then i will try to correct it and it won't work because i'm kinda drunk so i just give up. ya. that happebns. spellin "ya" took about 50 tries to be honest.

so it's rush week aka sorority recruitment week. i'm assitant recruitment chair. aka i stnad awkwardly next to the actual recruitment chair and try to chime in with suggestions to everyone, desperately hoping that i'mnot impedinf non the recruitment chhair's authorty. it's a pretty complicated position. like, seriously, it would just be easier if i were actual recruitment chair bc then i could just tell anyone what i think and what i want them to do because i'm the boss. but as the assistant, i have to wait for er approval and tread carefully....im surrised she even trusts me though with any tasks at all bc she can barely delegate any of her tasks bc of her mistrust of competence.


seriousy, i need tosleep.
in case you didn't know its rush workshop week and i'm exhausted.

good night
:)

B

ew, do you realize i'm only talking to you our of necessity?

okay so

tonight me and D wanted to go out in new orleans tonight bc i felt like she really still hadn't really gone out yet...esp since when she goes out with the guys she always gets carded because they look so young and bouncers ALWAYS card guys and not girls. but anywaysss..... we went to one bar and saw fanny who had her stupid tulane friends with her. she's cool but she WOULD be the kind of grl to have lame friends with her. a lo and behold, we were clearly stating we had no stamp for the bar and her guyfriend who was 21, did not even offer, NOT EVEN ONCE, to buy us drinks even though we were clearly doling out cash. we figured things out on our on, of course. in the end, Lin my old room mate aka awesome friend of course made friends with the bartender at the next door bar and we stayed past 2 and its not 5 am. we got so many free drinks/shots. the only thing was the bartenders' frinds came in afterwards and they brought this guy, steven, who apparently though i was attractive and so they forced me onto him. aka, i was forced to talk to him, even though he was EXTREMELY socially awkward. like, seriously, they made it obvious he wanted to talk to me, so i even moved myself so he had a clear shot to move next to me and talk, and he didn';t. l;ike, if you have to get your friend first to talk to me, that's totally pussy of you. suck it up and talk to me. i knwo your nervous, but seriously. 25 years old? get over it.

i gav ehim my number but only as a desperate gate of escape. like, YES you have a fuckugn way to contact me again, NOW CAN FUCKING LEAVE? im not gonna lie though stay8ng at the var 3 hours after they close was pretty fucking fun.


i can't believe i'm wasted right now. those freaking free drinks.

every post is hereby dediated to lynda

hi, yes i drank again today
i know, thats crazy. i wasnt going to especially since i woke up with a pounding headache and didnt get up til 3 pm...but everything is just better when youre drunk. went to my sister's friend's barbeque. man do they do barbeques different in brooklyn. it had the same basic stuff...alcohol and meat on a grill. but that is seriously the most plaid and skinny jeans ive ever seen. and men in jersey tanks...like, anywhere else that would be totally gay. but not in williamsburg.

so many artists.
wild.

i drank mike's hard lemonade and fucking smirnoff ice when they ran out of beer...that shit tastes like corn syrup and poo. and i also had like three hot dogs. im still hungry...

also, played a game of beer pong. i dont know what kind of beer pong they play here, but it was totally like. without rules. they were basically just throwing beer pong balls into cups indiscriminately. i felt like such a jack ass pointing out the different rules, and harold, my sister's husband, kept being like "MY LITTLE SIS, SHE GOES TO LSU, AND SHE'S 20 SO SHE KNOWS THE RULES OF BEER PONG!!!!" Hahahaha everyone was like, wtf...this girl is only 20?

brooklyn would be the perf place for Z to live, i feel. she's so hip...also, i think thats the most electro-indie music i've heard all consecutively. too hip for me. but a different kind of hip from L.A....like artsy hip. L.A. is like, hip just to be hip.

I NEED TO EAT THE FRIED RICE I JUST WARMED UP. LATER GATOR.
this one was for you, lynda

B

LYJJNNDA THIS IS FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY SO 9i, in bookyn right now i just went to ps1, whoch was a public school turned art gallery. then we went to taxi beach (name?) it was a sandy beach in ny....but thers no beach in new york. so the mafia prettu mcuh RIPPED ,E PPED ME OFF MTHERFUCKERS/

VICTORY TOUR 1984 MICHAEL JACKSON--- MY BROTHER IN LAW.S FIRST CONCERT.




I AM SO DRUNK RIGHT NOW

THAT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE BC THIS SHIT IS FOR LYNNa!!!! my one and lonly fan.

ok so today i was at my sisters apt and all her new models were there for a photo hoot. fuck ,y life they were so tall and pretty and refect DUCK THAT SHIT they were retty much prefcet except one of them complimented my dress and sheos but she was 14 yrs old so dpes that count as a real persons opinion? i dont know. all i know is that im drunk.

AND YOUR BEutiful. and i, slee[ing upstairs and hot air rises. so i hope i dont wak eip in a sweat. i




love you guys


youre beautiful.






H

mmm chips with cheese on them

went oyut witth z tonight. she just made chips with chesse on them. sooo delicious.l mmmm. i came straight from cam/iserable btw...smidge sucked as camp director) so I'M EXHAUYSTED. saw bibster there. no surprise, he;s a totaly spooner. spponer, aka the spanish moon, omg saw passion pit there. they wer good. can iu just say i feel so drunk its ridiculous? l.ike i can barley type and im sooo hungry. we also harasesdc them the whole time they were loading their tour bus.,...lol oh well. i love them. please .love m,e back. thanks. okay


lve

me

apparently we're not above the caterie

sooo tonight was ellie's birthday, so we pregamed at mel's aprtarment and then ellie got SO drunk (at 11:30 pm)that she couldn't go out...but somrhow these guys that lived next door ended up over at mel's apt and one of the guys' friends' band was playing at the caterie, aka a arealllllyyy sketchy bar. soo...in our inebritateed state, we somehow endedu p there, after i put ellie to bed bc she was beyond the level of drunk in order to be in public, so...me and my roomie lynda were at the caterie for like 4 minutes when we realized we were NOOTOTTTT supposed to be there. like. seriously, do i look like i'm from new jersey and have my hair gelled in place? no thanks. we should've just gone to shady's. i think we're dumb. never hang out with a theta xi boy becauyse he'll take you to the f-ing cateerie. EWWWW\

i have to get up at seven for girl scout camp.

"ITS OKAY GIRLS IM NOT DRUNK ANYMORE!!"
love you,
ps i have ot pnkuy sweaRE lkynnn..

love you

la poubelle

hey
in los angeles
just hung out with niko, my old high school friend from when i went to school in los angeles...god he's so trendy. i always forget how trendy my l.a. friends are. we hung out at this french restaurant in a trendy part of town and i had some drinks with over- privileged upper class 20-somethings. i got a LOT of gin and tonics so i would be more open but geez drinks in hollywood are so fucking expensive...i'm drunk.

niko is such a strange friend. he's a good friend for sure. like he'll always call to hang out and he's not a flake, like he's willing to meet up, but he's always kind of awk at first. i guess that's how all friends are. anyways i got to meet some weird friends of his but then he ditched me for some other club. he said he wanted to hang with me next weekend too, but you never know with these los angeles people...so pretentious.

los angeles makes me so...self aware. i miss it but don't.

i don't know where anything is

okay, so let's start at the end of the night...i was outside talking to these sigma nus that came over to hang out with jenn and then i realized it was late so i went inside to sleep and....lynda and sid are nowhere to be found...and neither is my phone. i don't know how i'm going to wake up in the morning. fuck.

yeah, so that was fun talking to those guys outside randomly. we found out one of their vietnamese friends lied and told him that a word in vietnamese that realyl meant fish sauce meant "what's up"...haha when he told me what what's up was in vietnamese, i laughed really hard cause i knew it was fish sauce. sucks for him

i wonder how i'm waking up at 7:30 in the morning....

so many questions.

also, i talked to sadie about my crazy texting and then lied to him and said i wasn't mad about anything (despite my texts that call him an asshole and say i'm offended) ...i am pretty sure he knows i'm lying though, cause you'd have to be retarded.

gotta lifeguard tomorrow so good night

love b
not my real name, like i accidentally did last night.

the bogmeister's

went to bogie's tonight,
reltively fun. not there to dance with frat guys because thats uncomfortable,

just from personal experienjce.

also, lynda lied to the only two black giys in the entire bar and said it wasa mt birthday...(BITCH) so one od the guys bought me a drink and then they kept on hovering by us all night. poor guys,they don't realize how judgemental all the girls in that entire building are...i'm sorry. i really did feel bad for them but at the same time wish every1 would leave me alone...

ALSO, sadie texted me tonight asking why i was mad at him, bu ti assume he was drunk because he misepelled several words. and i don't respond to drunk pity meessages, sorry. wanna know why i'm mad? take some common sense pills and figure it out. assface.

also. i/m tirede adnw anna sleep and my eyes hurt.

i'm drunk.
wtf?

i love my friends.
b

diplo...pick it up slow, move it all around...etc?

dear life,

hi. formal was saturday. slut made out with my date. oh, wait, she's a HUGE slut with low self esteem? why am i not surprised. as for my date...what the fuck?

anyways, clearly our friendship is irreparable considering she hasn't approached me to apologize for being rude. oh well, looks like she has one less friend, and who cares since she's leaving anyways

anyways, saw bibster at spanish moon tonight...me and z went to see diplo. fun, although z fell off the stage while dancing which was funny for me and emburrassing for her.


i need water. lynda and sid picked us as in me and z up tonight ...they were waitinf the moment the music ended. XRAZY. prob cause they wanted to sleep...
wild.


but yweah, lynda thought ahead and got us water. aka pinnacle of my night.

i love them they are amazing . SO SMART TO THINK OF THAT.

p.s. i have finals ...SHIT. IHAVE A TEST TOMORRO? i just remmebered....fuck.

kill me plz?

thanks

ps what if someone pooped in your bed. wat would you do?

chicken for les

canessss
okay we bought vhcicken. we as in me and lynda. so i had to hurry and write this aka she says i should take my time to say mythoughts

first of all. it was formal tonight
my date was sadie. he was cool...it feelt nice to be complimented by him  but i mean at the same time he hit on anything that movied so.....cool.

also, amy one again has settled for SHIT. jamie, her love interest or whatever, treats her like a piece of shit. i honestly to be really really honest to god, trided to give him a chance, but he just continued to be a piece of aass hole. no surprise here, to be honest. and yet she still settles. she is so pretty and funnty, but for some reason she puts up with his shitty existence.


oksy. ssooooo
formal was overall good.
I NEED CHICKEN!!!!!!!!!!!

sabbath?

okay so i never drink on sundays...not because i'm religious. bc i'm not. but...just cause its a weird day to drink. but today was songfest and i went to the after party...which was the people (not all even, just some) of the dancers...and then randoms like me. fuunnn. i met people and then we played card games like capt. dickhead and fuck the deal.

also i was washing my face tonight and i realized that doing that while i'm drunk feels the same everytime. but i just never remember how it feels while i'm sober...maybe thats why i get drunk ? to remember that unrecognizable feeling bc its just in human nature to seek out what you dont know?

i don't know
i'm drunk, maybe maybe not.
i didn't mean for this to happen. i need a boyfriend, or maybe just my best friend---diana? where are you...

i can't begin to remember what its even like to have her here, but when she gets here its like it goes back to what i was used to everyday, as if nothing even changed.

WHAT THE FUCK??? goingot sleep.

love
B

also, speakinf od blair waldord, i saw a rolling stone with her on the cover with blake lively licking an ice cream cone, and there's like ice cream all up in blair's mouth. UNATTRACTIVE,

asth-hole sig epths

south of the border party tonight at the sig ep frat house. fun? okay, maybe a lot. only because i know more than one person there and then i feel like i'm the bomb cause i'm like "HHHEYYYYYYY WASSUP" like we're bff even though we're not.

one thing to say beofre i start fo real.
driml dsriml driml driml driml driml drmimlkd riml drjimldrmidrkdmrdmsoj.

man. i closed my eyes and tried to spell drunk...didn't spell it right even once.


whatevs.

my eyes hurt because i literally had like 3 hours (prob less) of sleep last night and i didn't really nap all day. i wanna sleep.

LOVE
B

p.s. some bitch security guard at sig ep mad me throw away my FULL BEER ...even though i was only pointing the way to amy to the bathroom....i was PISSED. but i'm drunk NOW so what diff does it really make in the end.

april showers bring may flowerssss

okay so its aprile..;...and though its not raining right now its STILL april and therefore its appropiate to have the blog title. ANYWAYS. lynda, amy, em, and i went to reggies 50 cent shot night to night... but as predicted, lynda, me and amy left at literally 12:30. em met upw ith her church friends who ended up being very crazy....i find the more shletered or religious or conservative you are...when you let loose at bars or whatveer shows how much pent up wild sexual tension you have. all her friends were like grinding and shit. it was awkward adn i won't lie...i was judging/making funt jhe whole time.

sooo i took a shower drunk. it was pretty amazing.

sorry i didn't blog over spring break. no one brought a computer. but rest assured i was drunk everyday...we missed out on about 7 blogs? crazy. i went home on the weekend though. i hate my old friends. i mean i love them, but i hate them because they/re inconsiderate adn don't think of others ever which reminds me of why i stopped hanging out with them as much.

sorority friends = best discovery ever...

sorry old friends. you just suck soemtimes...

also. lynda danced with a calculator tonight...don't ask...amy just had happened to have a calculator in her purse. weird? yes. but do you know me? why would i be good friends witha normal person, really? sounds so boring to be honest









man smells like updog in here. CLEAN UP YOUR POOP, BLEH GROSS.




woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

and a little bit of chicken fry...

cold beer on a friday night? --that song was sang by the band at "sig ep softball afterpart"...lame that i put it in quotes. but yeah. some bitches got in stage as live participants (cowbell and tambourine) and the sucked. oh well. also, amaretto sour got spilled on me three times by drunken sig eps trying to dance. news flash, you look like a gay idiot, so stop swaying back and forth like that. you think that's straight dancing, but it's not. sorry. i sound like i'm in a bad mood, but really i'm not actually...just aggravated about some stuff. like 1) xtine slapped in the face. slapped as in, legitimately hit me in the face for LITERALLY no reason. she was so drunk she thought she slapped me bc i slapped her first, but really. no. she just slapped me bc she was soo fucking drunk. 2) i had to trick lynda to go to sleep. we went to the campus akon concert and she got sooo drunk that we left early and everyone i was with left me to walk with her alone bc they were all annoyed. i mean, i didn't mind bc i love that girl, i was just mad everyone had the nerve to leave me. but whatever. but THEN we got back to the house and she wouldn't go to sleep unless i did too. so i had to pretend to sleep until she did and then i snuck out and went to the sig ep thing....sorry lynda...you were just too drunk to go anywhere.

anyways. i likes the sig ep thing with the few exceptions. i read last time's entry and laughed becauae i was so drunk i don;t even remember typing it. this one i'll remember hopefully.

love ya
b.

p.s. in case i don't remember, i did in fact wash my face and put on face cream.

soooo CRAZY DRUK=NK I CAN;R CONTROL IT

i know my title is incomprehensible. but its oaky.

so. i started out the night really unenthusiastic. because FUCK THE MALE SPECIES. and now i', just dtujnk. all the the time. i cried tonight already but in private. so its okay. bur i'm drunk, its okay.


why wou;dtn anyone me. ebcauese i'm t> yeah duh. ok.


bogies is stupds,,,,

my best friend forever has repkace me with a new firl. fuck that, why am i replace in all aspects of my life?

forty year wine-o's?

okay we're at kitty's apartment...it's funny because forever i was like oohhh i'm not drinking tonight. and then my room mate sid was like...we're not going out, we're just drinking at kitty's...and i suddenly wanted to go out. does that make me an alcoholic that i just want to drink by myself? KITTY TELLING ME TO STOP BLOGGING. she sucks. "she is mean to me and she made a mean comment" -lynda, my other room mate. being quotes.

she's calling other people poo heads...I CAN'T HANDLE ALL THIS TALKING TO QUOTE. I CAN'T HANDLE QUOTING IT!!! CRAZY!!!!!!! kitty is laughing behind me right now...laughing. LIKE MY MOTHER.

okay so we were all sitting in kitty's living room drinking [boxed] wine and talking about life... like middle aged women. is this a flash forward to my future? shit. i mean, it's fun. hopefully i'll be THIS drunkenly fun when i'm older.

also, i want to talk about musician boy, but that's so typical of me. my life DOES NTO REVOLVE AROUND BOYS. i'm retarded. i'll fill you in anyways. he messagefdd me on fb (of his own accord)...and we talked about APPLE SNAILS last c lasss. hahhass that sounds sooo lame. maybe i won't be a cat lady spinster after all. or maybe i will and my lack of hope in the human race/kindess is totally legit. i wouldn't be surprised about my pessimissm being the total truth.

WHATEVS.

why am i a 50 year old woman?
and also, i lynda was moving around a lot, and i imagined in my mind that she was shuffling about iun a SLEEPING BAG...but i looked up and she was in a blanket. wtf. wtfffff.

and you know what? those 100 calorie packs are not enough food to survive on. just saying. i will gladly eat a fried meal instead.

let's just make shit up since everythign is in my mind anyways. purple dinosaurs? sure. why the fuck not.

love.
B

Unda dee influenzaa

i don't know why the title of this blog was written ( because it was thought in) in a weird accent and with a disease instead of "influence." i know technically i am not drunk but this counts. hopefully you know what i <<*not yo name* is bothering me so i keep losing my train of thought>>. the vein on the left side of my neck...i can feel the blood running through it. it's soooo gross. like SERIOUSLY. i actually can constantly feel the blood in my body which is GRROOOSSS but when i drink (and am allergic) or when i'm UNDA DEE INFLUENNNZZAAA (y? y??) it is intensified. bloop.

311 is playing right now. stop being paranoid *not yo name*!!!! i think actually for a lot of this we're sitting in silence. i'm fine with that. ugh my neck. i'm hungry but i don't want to eat cause i'll over eat. but I LOVE BRIE!!! ~~~~ those squiggly things look funny. kind of gross. it ellicits the same reaction as "moist" but its not a word, its a sign!!!

cancer. sign. i wish i was an astrologer so i could always read my my stars. HUNGER FOR THE SALTY. SAAALLLTTYYY. I WANT MEAT. or brie.

throat hurts. i hate clearing my throat though because it feels scratchy and i don't wanna sound like weird...have you noticed there's a stigma against scratchy throats?

I wonder what thsi page would look like if i couldn't backspace and get rid of all my mistakes and just kept typing no matter what? it woouled (middle english) look CRAZZYYY. like youcouldn't read it. i wouldn't if that would be a cool art piece?

eh?
KAMIKAZES

land of free drankz

(so i tried to post this last night, but the internet was being a fuck up and i was too drunk and impatient to try and make it work, so i wrote my thoughts in a word document instead so i could save it for the next day when i could soberly copy and paste it. As a result, many of my typos were auto-corrected and the full effect of my drunken state has been impeded upon...i'm sorry. at least there's something!!)

heyI’m wasted. In fact, I kind of feel sick, like I wanna throw up, but not really. Like I could but I won’t. ya know? I feel ya. But yeah. I’m allergic to alcohol, fo r those who don’t know, and it makes me feel the effects if I haven’t drank in a while. I haven’t had alcohol in a week and so early on, I could feel the blood running through my neck ( a side effect, which is VERY uncomfortable btw) until I calmed down…now I feel fine everything is fine. Ash* when to brind me to get cane;s, but only after we brought Kasey* home…it hers birthday and she was out of control drunk like, crying and shit. CRAZY. Oh well, I know people would take care of me while I’m that drunk so I don’ t mind.

I can hear my next door neighbor throwing up right now. Its really a good sound to fall asleep to.

I would write more but my eyes hurt and I’m tired and drunk/.D RUNK. Ok? Ok. Good.

love ya
b.

peanut butter jelly time

okay so some bitch put gum in my hair. UGH. went to bogie's bar tonight and some BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKER put green gum in my hair. lorr* got it out though thank god with peanut butter...now my hair smells like peanut butter and fruit because i tried to wash it out since i was too lazy to take an actual shower. uuuugghhh. i wish i knew who put this gum in my hair because i would legitamitely fuck her face up. i know some people might laugh if they heard me say that cause they think i'm really nice and too small and petite to kill anyone, but if someone seriously pissed me off and if it was some sorority girl bitch i would seriously kill her and i am NOT afraid to fight someone. seriously? i'm certified in everything possible thing EVER \uugghh I'M SO PISSED RIGHT NOW THAT SOMEONE THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO PUT GUM IN MY FUCKING HAIR. UUUGGHHH.

okay anyways, besides that, i was so drunk tonight (maybe that would explain why i didn't notice a bitch putting gum in my hair) that i started CRYING at bogies...what the fuck. i literally haven't cried in...um forever? like maybe even more than a year. and yet i'm so f-ing drunk i cry in a public place...for literally no reason. emburrassing.

i keep getting whiffs of my peanut butter smelling hair. its disgusting.

i honestly want to get into a fight with whoever put gum in my hair. i bet i would kill her. sure, i would go to jail for killing someone, but wtf. it would teach mother fuckers to think twice about whether or not its okay to put shit in my hair.

i ate cane's...a kid's meal. i almost spelled kid as jud. i like cane's...i tried to diet today by eating a salad for dinner but of course i spoiled it by eating fried food..and fries.

hopefully my roomie and amy don't hate me for crying openly at bogies. maybe they will forget? also....xtine* disappeared tonight with ellie*.... where tf did they go? questiioonnnss....

also....i'm sad. and happy. kind of like barney. he's sad but happy, right? yes. barney the purple dinosaur. OH MY GOSH. BTW I WORE HEELS TONIGHT TO BOGIES! and din't fall down. impressed? me too.

operation water: drink it.
once again i cannot think of something wiity to say... my horoscope said i was witty today with the right amt of sarcasmmm....


okay. i'm tired.
b.
NOT like f-ing blair waldorf.

like your bandana

okay so i can't believe that i'm drunk right now. and the last few nights, i was semi sober...no. i'm drunk right now, let's just be honest. okay? yeah. so hopefully to nights thing will be really entertaining. so amy and ellie (add the astericks, please, cause thats not their real names) and they wanted me to take then out upt. well...i agree, but of course i forget its mardi gras day, when no one goes out and everyone sleeps cause they're tired from being drunk for four straight days...soo we go to the boot, and its empty. we stay for a while, but eventually, me and z decide its time to leave. but mistake. not only do we get lost, but when we end up at the bars, three of them are closed, and one of them is emptyy....

so we go to this guy's friends' apt, where he invited amy cause they......"talking." let's not bullshit, shall we? he;s an asshole. a big hole of ass. ok? i will not like cause seriously? i won't lie, i don;'t even remember what he was saying, but the whole time he would say smething i rememebr thinking to myself "what a douchebag".

okay so today me and z when on a crawfish GOOSE CHASE. crtazzzyyy., we endded up buying it from some asisn corner store....figures...asians are the only ones that open up shop in the midst of a holiday. FIGURESSS.. but the crawfish was good. ecept not as good as kp's parents.


ihad an epiphipany while i was in the car? first let me discalimer: i'm secretly rly bitter.
no one falls in love like in the songs and movies. no one. so get over it and just assume that every guy that wants to talk toyou is in it for one reason, and its not to find out your fave color and childhood playtime activity. get over it. your life will never sound like taylor swift's songs. get oovveerr it.

i'm watching fresh pricne....and i have rice waiting for me to eat.

i loveeeee ths craziness. i thkink to myself..."what a wonderful wooorlldd"

louis armstong anyone? plz?

do you want lotion? no i just want the pain to go away

okay so my hand is realllyy dry and craklin like pigs feet anddd z* offered me lotion and i just want the pain to go away...no lotion. i actually hate lotoin because it makes me feel slimy. SLIMY. okay so we just came from orpheus, the last night parade of the mardi gras season (sad face) and...had a margarita ( a really strong one from superior grill) and we bought a 12 pk of bud light from kiwky mart...haha the indian lady like quizzed z on her birthday and address it was funny. the guy next to us was like "mann these girls look like 45 yrs old, come on lady!" haha it was funny cause we def look lik 12 years old. awesome.

yyayaa soooo we hung out with the high school crew for all night basically...they had huge speakers in th emiddle of st. charles street and we were dancin in the street til like at least an hour after the parade ended. then eventually the police came and were like...yall gotta leave...

then kp's* dad came and picked us up...lol hahaha not that weird since we were at her house earlier and her dad dropped us off..CRAWFISH BOIILL!! sooo good...not crayfish...CRAWFISH. represent that deep south okay?!?!? if only you could hear my voice righ tnow..... its ghetto faabbb. yayyayayaya sooo we as in z and me hung out with kp's parents for like 2 hours until i sobered up and could drive home...but they don't know that's why i hung out with them...

and then we got popeyes.

again. sooo much popeye's this season.


sooooo frat boy xyz texted me last night..."are you still in nola?" yes butthole, i live here. i want to kill him. i dont even rememebr what he looks like. what does he look like? i don't know, don't ask me, ask someone else.


TIME TO EAT MY POPEYES!!!~!!!##

love ya missss yaaaaa...(why would i mis syou? you're here all teh time...)
B.

bacchus is macchussss

dunno what the title of this blog means i just thought of it. went to thot then bacchus today...started early which would explain my lack of complete sentences. had a HUGEEEE headache but sid* gave me some MEDICCCINNNEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO. tylonel. woo. woow. woooooo. okay, so ya...beginngin of the day, while i was looking for lala* and sid* a float was passing by so i starting yellin fo some beeadds and this guy made eye contact with me and was holding a hand full of GLASS BEADS!!! And he was like...yeeaahh i know you want these and ima give em to ya. and sooo he threw them RIGHT TO ME. and...SOME BITCCHHH stepped in front of me and GRABBED THEM. we both had them in our hands at the same time, but i was like...whatever...a fight is not worth it. bitch thought she was doing me a favor and gave me one of the beads....ugh those beads were mine. I HATE HER.

anyways. now i'm sleeping at sid's. her friends from california are in town...its so fun to see them be amazed at everything. they didn't know the difference between gumbo, jambalaya, and etoufee...i mean, seriously, they're completely different things. they even laughed openly when they heard people say y'all...i mean....you're in the south. i would laugh if i DIDN'T hear that shit. but they're cool, if not soooo west coast.

so. i love bands. marching bands. no other types, just that. i wanna play the trombone but i'm untalented and useless in music. i would say i play piano..but how the hell are you supposed to lug that down teh street in a parade? you cannot. its useless. A USELESS SKILL. just like roller skating.

LOVE.
b.

p.s. the mouse pad looks like an oriental rug...hahahahah....love it.

strangers are friends too

strangerrss...but not reaalllyy.. that's how i always feel whenever i go to functions that sid* my roomie is involved in. She hangs out with this group of people every so often but its the same group of people that hang out with the same groups of people everytime...and i've met them all several times, but not really...so its always really awk. cause i know you but i don't know you. i remeber your name, but do you remember mine? its always weird cause what do i do?....say hi like i'm excited or pretend that we've never met? i compromise instead and look really excited by opening my eyes really wide but not actually saying hi...if they don't make eye contact, it means they're avoiding knowing me...and if they do make eye contact, that means its okay to say hey. either way i end up looking psycho crazy with my eyes like that.

ssoooo Z* and i went out to the parades together, as usuall....but she brought em* along with her who we used to work with and lives in virginia. she's cool and all, but she was in such a grumpy mood all day i feel. we parked far away and had to walk really far, but i mean, that's expected...anywhere we parked would be far unless we got there at like 6 in the morning. but the whole time we were walking she was kind of complaining...and then later that night after the parade had ended all her (and z's) friends were downtown partying but i HATE downtown and i'm not really friends with all those other people? i wanted to go to this other party that i thought we were going to go to but we started walking down town anyway...my friend kp* said she would pick me up but i had to walk towards her away from traffic and em* didn't want to walk anymore and duyen didn't want me to walk alone though...i knew em would get mad so i told her to just let me walk alone even though i felt kind of uncomfortable walking alone....soooooo long story short, em whined and i ended up walking alone which was REALLLYY scary esp in downtown new orleans.

thank GOD kp picked me up. so we went to the party which was mediocre and i saw burt* there and bitched him out because he promised he'd pick me and z up when really he was LYING and just said that but had no intention of picking us up...i straight up bitched him out. i wish i had a bat to hit him with or a knife to cut him. i want to kill him. why didn't he just tell us he wasn't picking us up? we wouldn't have wasted so much time waiting for him. what a DOUCHEBAG. hey btw do you like how i keep cdapitalizing key words? i like it.

ssooo yeah everytimei write a blog i try to think of something funny to say but it just never happens...why am i so humorless when i'm drunk? itslike...i hav nothing funny to say.

oh my gosh, but just a worldly obsv....this world is SO small. everyone f-ing knows each other. just gotta say that. p.s. frat boy xyz pissed me off and i think i was a bitch to him. but i feel like that's a common theme. i was verryyy judgmental tonight. contrary to popular belief though i had a good time.

lllooovvvee yaaaa

B

greek gods are cruel

okay, hellosssss

its the night of the parades morpheus and d'etat...i love mardi gras. we barelycaught anything but saw all our high school friends and got REALYYY drunk. okay. so here's how drunk i shouldn't be...i'm the designated driver. so this is what it think what happened: we walked like one hundred miles to this party on calhoun st. z knows about and the guys were HUGE DOUCHEBAGS (the guy throwing the party that duyen knew wasn't even thurr)...i think one of them asked me to watch their cig and it burned me so i dropped it on the floor so they wouldn't let me smoke the bowl so i got offended so we left...i felt bad for making z feel as if she should leave but i was seriously pissed. soooo...i think i called alex and he was in a diff city so he called his MOM and she came and picked us up. CRRAZZZYYYY!!!!! SSHHHIIIIIITTT..

yyaaa

WHO CARESSSS I JUST NEED A PET DOG. thats IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and money. a pet dog and money. that's happiness.

and a phone charger cause my phones about to die....

miss ya loves ya blogt tomorow nights maybe??!?


HEART HEART
B

P.S. LONG LIVE FRANZIA!!

drunk texting

thank god my drunk texting isn't that bad.
woke up this morning (vveerryyy dehydrated) and found a pleasant text from frat boy xyz:

"so you do anything with your bf today?"

classic.

Practiced Drunk

Sober while writing this cause last night I was too drunk to stay awake long enough.

However, I must say that I am becoming quite the accomplished drunk. I mean, while I did jump out of a moving car last night and sprint to the house...I also ate spaghetti and drank lots of water before bed and walked myself up the stairs all by myself! And I even changed myself into my PJs, took off all my jewelry and got myself into bed! All that and I didn't even remember.

So last night I tolerated mediocre/unattractive and socially awkward boys for the privilege of free drinks at a friend's house party. Among other notable occurrences, a girl stepped on my foot in the bathroom with her spiked heel and I yelled out very loudly and repeatedly "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT"...there was a strange frat boy that made faces all night and called me darlin' (which I replied with, "Why are you calling me darlin'? What does that MEAN to me?!")...and a cop showed up to the house party.

Sorry this is sober. Next time I drink (which could very well be tonight...again, and DEF saturday...hellloooo, it's carnival season in the big N.O.!), I'll def post! Much funner that way.

Love,
B.

Welcome to Shotzz

Heyyyy

okay so this idea came to me ...I'm drunk. And I'm drunk all the time. And I think about things that I KNOW i don't remember in the morning so why not blog about them while I'm drunk so the next day I can see?

So here I am. Tuesday, a boy in my brit lit class *who i don't know the name of* invited me to see his band play at north gate tavern. I wanted to go because i secretly thought he was cute *but didn't tell anyone that because what if they came with and thought he was NOT cute?* plus i felt like i was blowing him off if i didn't go....but i didn't wanna go alone. so i went to LL's instead with MD and got pretty drunk...i kept asking to do more shots. so then we went to ngt and i went in but he wasn't there. ... great. tomorrow i have to apologize. i totz went to see if he was there only two hours or more later. GREAT UGH. I'M A WORTHLESS HUMAN BEING.


i need to die.

welcome to double vizion.

love,
B.