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| wasted waste, or waste wasted?
i can't decide yet whether i want to use this space on xanga or not... i miss rambling, but at the same time, jesus i want some real web space. maybe for christmas...?
i am officially at the bottom of the chain of productive human beings for a number of reasons:
1- i've been at calder for almost 7 hours and have nothing to show for it (except 5 hours worth of pay come next paycheck). my final project is due in drawing on tuesday. according to tim, this is the "best drawing of our lives" and we should have been nearly done before this weekend. oops. i'm just barely started and it's sunday night.
2- i've done nothing outside of getting wasted and making wasted decisions all semester. because of a horrible trip friday, i'm proud to announce that i'm once again drug-free (it was a fun 6 months...?) and i plan to confess to my mom as soon as possible. what use am i at grand valley if i'm not going to classes, not writing papers, not meeting random minimum requirements, etc.? next semester will have to be different if i plan on keeping my conscience under control.
3- the only things i've been truly worried about in the last 3 months were a possible pregnancy as a result of a drunk decision, where i was gonna find drinking money for the weekend, and how i was gonna eat once i ran out of cash on my meal card. while grades and projects and papers loom over my head, i focus on birth control and beer. like i said, changes coming next semester...
so now that we've established that i am a waste lately, i can't forget to recount the events of last night: i got out of work at 11, home at 11:20, in the shower at 11:22, out of the shower at 11:50. the phone rang at midnight, and upon answering i'm blindsided by megan demanding me to get dressed, dry my hair, and get ready for a wild-ass night at grand valley. after much protest, i wuss out and start applying saturday night make-up. minutes later megan, zozzy and his friend keven are at the door waiting for yours truly. a little excited to be out of the house, i asked megan, our driver, where the hell we were headed. "there's shit going on all over hillcrest, people are at country place, and half of c. west is partying." "where are all of our friends?" "stoned, sitting around at hightree like last night." "ahhh, last night." as we pull into hillcrest, four men dressed head to toe in black shined flashlights in our direction, but the MIP squad assumed us harmless and didn't bother. pulling up to K, we're greeted by another bunch of MIPers and a drunken mass of undergrads. keven and chris were drinking in the backseat and we figured there had to be safer territory than this. so we headed to country place, where i was instructed to get out and poke my head in and out of familiar apartments, signaling megan to park if i found anything good. all i found (in three different places) were a bunch of kids absolutely stoned and uninterested (this is the stoner epidemic at gvsu - since when did this become the best way to spend a saturday night?!). so we proceeded to find nothing going on at c. west and campus view, but in a last-minute glimmer of hope, megan's drunk friend "poli-sci katie" called, informed megan that she'd bee drinking since 10am, and told her to bring "everyone she knows" to her place. we show up, the four of us, and double the number of people in poli-sci katie's apartment. i, slightly annoyed and extremely sober at this point, grabbed a beer, sat down at a table, and waited for a goddamn decision to be made (meanwhile, chris and i half-assed a game of beer jenga... jengaaaaay - oops, they fell, chris drinks). the decision was to leave poli-sci katie's, grab some food to fix at home, and finish the rest of the beer in the comfort of our own apartment. long drive short, megan got pulled over for "swerving" (answering her phone) and after a series of four breathalyzers, megan and i escaped the long arm of the law, but the boys were given MIPs. megan blew a .00 (she drank during the day until 4, it was all worn off by 3am), i blew .01 (there's a no tolerence law in michigan - technically, if a minor blows .01 or higher, an MIP can be issued, but this officer was "feeling nice" - personally i think she wanted my ass), keven blew a .03 and chris blew a whopping .09.
and that bitch took our beer. shitty. | | |
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