Never Ever Ever Again. Ever.
Bruised and sore and tired and ashamed.
I wish I could remember more of yesterday, it was probably a fun time.
The more I find out, the more I hate myself. Sorry guys =( it won’t happen again (especially since I don’t think I’ll be allowed to leave the house anytime soon).
Solo Cups: Knowledge
I was curious about the lines on solo cups the other weekend and learned something amazing. This information should be taught in an intro class to all high schoolers and college students.
It turns out that the lines of the solo cup allows you to measure out a shot, a glass of wine, and a beer. This would have been ridiculously helpful during my partying years!
Wow it all makes sense now why I couldn’t walk after a mixed drink that was 2/3 of a solo cup full of vodka wow wow wow wow wow wow wow
Sighhhhhhhhh……
(via rogeyroo)
I Think it was Raining?
I have no recollection of what my friends and I did on Senior Skip Day. Isn’t that supposed to be one of the most memorable days of your high school career or something? But no, I have LITERALLY no idea what happened. We probably painted the mural or something. Oh I DO know that I read like 3 romance novels that weekend because Michelle had just introduced me to that trashy goodness. And I remember at some point that weekend, Michelle, Besa and I tried to go to the pool but it wasn’t open so we hopped the fence. Or was that like 3 weeks before…. I HAVE NO IDEA!!! Maybe we should just pretend something wild happened so we’ll have fond (fake) memories of this “important” day.
