| Current mood: |  amused |
| Current music: | Xzibit- alcoholic |
The entry below this one is a perfect example of why I shouldn't be allowed near a computer while belligerent. However, to my defense, Stephanie told me to do it...
Stephanie got the full glenrock-out with your cock out experience last night and this morning, right down to having her breakfast made by me in a thong. She also saw the UCLA beasts and midgets we are forced to put up with and now understands why we get so fucking drunk every night.
Jackie and I used to blame the absurd rate at which we go through alcohol on our visitors- however, after polishing off a handle of vodka by ourselves in 2 days, we are forced to face the fact that the problem is us. Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about this, because we rely on alcohol to make the rest of the people in Westwood tolerable. We can't go out and then get drunk off other people's alcohol, because we'll be so bored/repulsed that we'll end up leaving before we have a chance to get wasted.
This journal makes me sound like an alcoholic.
So last night we went to Michelle Marshalian's going away party at Phi Psi, but the fun Phi Psis weren't there and the beastly KDs were. Then we went to Delta Sig. I'm at war with their house puppy. Apparently I drank tequila... ugghhhh... I wasn't hungover when I woke up this morning but now that Jackie reminded me of that I am. Theresa was the drunkest I've ever seen her, and I loved it.
I have the worst taste in music ever- like country, Bloodhound Gang, Tenacious D, and Xzibit- yet I insist on playing it so loud that it can be heard from the elevator. My neighbors must loathe me.
Also, Jackie and I cleaned the apartment yesterday and concluded that we should always keep it this clean. In about 20 minutes, our couches will be here and it will be like a real apartment.
I have rug burn on my knees from having sex in the living room, and Jackie says I can't have sex again until it heals. Boo.
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