Ack!

Ever spent your night with 300-400 considerably trashed individuals when you are so incredibly sober that you remember everything in vivid detail? I have now.

When I'm drunk, there's nothing I love more than hanging out with other drunk people. I'm unnaturally affectionate when I'm intoxicated... but when I'm not? I am an asshole. In turn, I had to put up with that last night, ranging from being kissed, to being fallen on, to being spilled on, to having to babysit drunk people as we watched naked people run up and down the quad.

I went to bed around 2:30am with a pounding headache, hoping to just put an end to a night that I didn't want to have in the first place. My beautiful, glorious sleep was ruined at 3am, when, as one of my friends said, "The world was screaming." I don't know how it happened, but some asshole either pulled or set off the fire alarm. We filed out of the dorm in the freezing rain and had to wait outside for the "OK" to get back into our dorm. I had never hated life so much more than as I stood outside, pounding headache persisting, still incredibly sober and angry.

Dumb.

I'm a little nervous for this upcoming week. I have yet another history paper to write -- actually I have a history paper due every other week for the rest of this quarter -- and I'm behind on reading this time. ACK.