Saturday, February 6, 2010

Sold for Haiti and then to the Frat

So, my best friends couldn't make it this weekend, so the concert was out. I heard from everyone who went that it was amazing, but I wasn't there so that info means nothing to me. Instead of going to a concert I was sold to the highest bidder.
That's right, my school had a date auction in which they basically sold all of us off and the proceeds go to charity. Since it only took place last night, I'm still pretty embarassed by the fact that I got down on stage...sigh. I haven't heard from the kid who bought me yet, but apparentyl he really likes badminton? Boys and there shuttlcocks.
Oh, speaking of boys and their, err, anyways. On Thursday I ran into a friend that I haven't seen in a while and she invited me to eat with some of her friends. We spent a couple of hours all chilling and talking and then we went bowling. Yup. I was sadly one of the better bowlers there. But that's not the point of this story. The point of this story is that most of the guys we went bowling with were drunk off of their asses. So drunk, that after the bowling alley closed one of them decided to climb the giant bowling pins that the alley had out front. He danced on top of it and called the guys who couldn't make it, "weak individuals." After the giant pin, he thought that an even better idea would be the sign that arches out over the road. He did good all the way up to the top, and then he fell off!!! He slammed into the ground so hard that I screamed and we all ran over to him. He could still walk and move but I'm sure that it was all swollen like hell the next day. He fell almost two stories off of that sign!
Back to yesterdays exploits, after we were all auctioned off we all exchanged our information and said our goodbyes. My guy is kinda cute ;). Moving on. My friend's date asked her to go out last night and she brought me along. We arrived early to his frat party because he had to do something. Two girls, one of whom was taken, and over twenty guys who had already started drinking. Not the best idea I've ever had. An even worse idea was to start taking shots. Lots of shots. In about an hour. Without having eaten all day. I am so dumb. I stopped at around seven shots or so. By then a lot of other girls had arrived and the party was pumping. Is it mean to say that most of those girls definitely go to those parties to get laid by drunk men? Yes, but true! I was one of the only ones who wasn't rubbing myself all over a guy, and apparently that's attractive? I don't get out much.
There were so many guys who wouldn't let me pass and kept getting in my way when I was trying to get outside to the quiet. I tried out back, but there were people out there too. Especially one guy who was extremely attractive! But every time he was too near to me he would leave the room? I have no idea what he was all about. Since it was too loud out back I went out front and did that shady thing where you hang by the garage and just watch people enter and leave the house. I could feel myself getting drunker and drunker as the alcohol entered my blood stream. I proceeded to move to the front porch. Yes, there were frat guys there, but there were also sober frat guys there. They let me sit on the porch and they started talking to me. We were all getting along pretty well and I had to figure out how drunk I sounded or acted. They said I was doing really well. Believe them? Well, I do remember the night though, so obviously it wasn't too bad. But my world was spinning and I couldn't stand very well. Oh, me. Then, that guy who had been avoiding me all night came outside to pee and some comments were made by the other guys about his penis, and he tried to show it to me to prove that they were wrong...awkward. But, I think I was complimented later when these other girls who were really drunk as well kept trying to come outside to talk to the guys I was talking to were made to go back inside by the guys. Teehee. Such an attractive frat. My friends date told me I should have picked one of the guys out. He said I could have had any one of them. Maybe next time. I really did like the guy who was outside with me. And then my friend took me home because I was having trouble standing. In my defense we were in mud and I was in heels so every time I got my heels dug in my feet starting getting sucked in.
Perhaps at the next party I attend I will have cajones and actually go after one of the guys? Now that will be an interesting post! Hopefully the one after my birthday will be fun too.
Well, that's all for now. All I have today is working on my art project and then maybe going out, but I have to be back early because I have an interview tomorrow at 8a.m. It is Saturday though, and I don't get hangovers....NO! Be good.
Oh yea, my roommate smoked in our room and then she left the bowl outside the window. Really? Does she want us to get into a shit-load of trouble?

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