Drunken Lullabies

Let me just say, St. Patty's day almost defeated me. Saturday night was such a random ass night. It started just my friend and I casually drinking rum while watching Horrible Bosses. Went through about 3 or 4 drinks each by the time the movie was over. Of course the only logical thing to do after that would be to watch porn. And not normal porn, Spiderman, Batman, and Aladdin porn. Oh yeah. After getting a good laugh at that, I'm pretty sure we went outside for a cigarette. Where we ran into one other girl who was actually back from break who we never really talk to. So of course we invite her to drink with us! Which actually was a good idea because she's really chill. After she left is where things start getting a little fuzzy. I have this silly little habit where when I'm drunk I think it's a good idea to talk to people I don't know. I'm just friendly like that. Anyway, we're sitting outside on the back steps of his dorm when I see these two guys walking by looking up at us. So I start making conversation. Basically they were looking for people to drink with so I told them good luck and I'd probably see them later. Then we went back in and drank more. The next thing I remember is being back out on the steps with those two guys again. Whatever happened in between that God only knows. Then we all go back inside to drink more (because that was such a good idea at the time!) and things pretty much fade out after that. The next morning I wake up and think I'm alone until I feel someone's hand on my back. I thought it was my friends but nope. Just the random Russian guy I met. And now he won't stop texting me. Luckily nothing happened between us but why do I always attract the weirdos? His friend was the one I was interested in but noooooooooooo. I swear, drunk me just hates me. I also broke a hook off my bra, and broke the blinds on my friends window. And I think I'm still hungover. Coke just tastes like rum still. Damn you Captain Morgan. Damn you to the pits of hell.

Stay Young, Go Dancing.

How lame is it that I actually missed school a little over spring break? I mean Florida was great, but I'm happy to be back on campus even though hardly anyone else is back yet. Doesn't matter. This is the first place I've been where I'm actually content. Despite how I may bitch and moan in other posts, this is home to me now. Anyways, today is St. Patty's day so of course that means party hardy tonight. With a handle of Captain Morgan. And just one of my best friends and I. If I die tonight on the floor of my friend's room possibly half naked, probably after embarrassing myself with texts I should have never sent and vague Facebook posts that no one understands, I shall die happy. However, I would prefer living. Oh and why do guys feel the need to bullshit girls? Do they not realize that there are girls out there who don't need to be called "amazing" and led on to believe that they "the only light in their life right now" or lame shit like that? For real guys why not be straight up like "hey you're hot, and your personality doesn't suck either. But I don't wanna date you so how bout we just have some casual sex?" Cut the bullshit and get straight to the point. Or maybe I'm just the weird one who would prefer that. I'm not into the "oh sweetie, baby, you mean the world to me" thing right now. Not saying I'm not interested in someone like that.....but I don't see the point in a serious relationship right now. Okay, my rant for now is done. Time to finally unpack my suitcase...

Love is Dangerous

Feelings. Being attracted to another person. What does it all really mean? A big mess. That feeling when you know you have something so good in front of your face, when you have a person who just knows you better than you know yourself. I hate that. Doesn't really make sense right? I have someone who is so perfect for me. Who can just pick me up when I'm feeling down and sweep me off my feet completely. So i why can't I just be with him? Why am I instead wasting my time with guys who just end up causing me more bullshit? I wish I had the answer for that. What the fuck am I doing? Why the fuck do I not stop this? The perfect guy is right in front of me, but he's too good to be wasting time with me. And now, I'm beginning to see someone else in a whole new life. Someone it could never, would never work with. Life isn't some romantic comedy. Those things don't just happen in real life. They're "too good to be true"