I had one of the drunkest nights EVER on Friday after I finished my exam!

Justin and I decided to commence the drinking at around one, as my exam ended at 12:30. We didn't actually begin the drinkage until about 2 or so, but we began it nonetheless. Karen joined us and our reefs, pints, and vodkas out on the grass outside the residences, basquing in the warm sun. A rare day in the Northwest, but nice. Girls wearing very little, and unfortunately ugly men deciding it's okay to unbutton their shirts and show off how fit they are. Revolting!!! I was sporting my blue halter top (those tie behind the neck things.. not cut off at boob things) and a denim skirt and sandals. Oh yes, secksi!

Got a LITTLE bit tipsy and then headed off to revolution with Justin so we could meet one of his birds there later. Started with a pitcher as they were #8 -- normally #12 -- with extra shots at just a pound. Now, each pitcher has 6 shots of vodka in it anyway. We increased it to 8 shots. Heh!! Got a bit tipsy and decided to order cocktails when his bird came, as it was a 3 for 2 deal. I absolutely adore the cocktails at revolution. The only problem is that they are usually slightly pricy (to say the least) -- but the 2 for 1 deal is what dreams are made of.

Because I can't be bothered explaining everything, I basically ended up having 5 or 6 MORE cocktails after what I described I had previously, each of which has 3 shots of alcohol. It's fair to say that I was slightly inebriated. JUST SLIGHTLY.

I actually wanted to go out clubbing after, but BORING JUSTIN wouldn't. He said I was far too drunk and refused to listen to my protests and my jumping and pleading. The puppy dog eyes didn't even work!!! They always work!!! We just went back to residence, where I harrassed the girls on my floor a bit. I was apparently sucking on their necks as I fell off one girl's bed several times and flashed my boobies as my halter top slid lower. Ooooops. Slight embarrassment. Justin won't let me forget about this, either. He is mean.

I did something I kind of regret after, too, but oh well. These things happen, I suppose.

Unf, unf, I need sex -- been too long, i need sex. unf, unf. That's my new song.

um.

bed time, i guess.

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