Well, I've certainly had an eventful weekend.
Friday night my friend Stephen threw a party. I was having a really good time for a while, but then the cops showed up and told us to quiet down, and I started getting shit from Stephen's new roommate because I was telling her loud, obnoxious friends to shut up (and, of course, being my usual drunken asshole self when they didn't). So I left early because the last thing I needed was to start some roommate fight.
Last night was much, much better though. One of my best friends from high school turned 21 last weekend, and last night was his party. It was fucking awesome. I'd like to report some kinda crazy shit that happened, but honestly, I wasn't really paying attention. This girl from my creative writing class showed up at the party and I ended spending the rest of the evening with her. The only thing was that she kept wanting to make out right in front of my sister, which was a bit awkward, but still hilarious.
So anyway, the girl's friends woke us up this morning at ten fucking o'clock. That's way too early to be awake after an all night party, so I was tired and hung over as fuck all day today. I started feeling kinda sick a bit later, but I figured it was just that hangover and I headed to work anyway. After a few minutes at work I flat out wanted to die. I guess the girl from the party had a cold or something.I managed to get out after only two hours because I was feeling so fucking bad, so that was cool.
I drove home, as always, down Georgia 400. About a half a mile before the off ramp for I-285, my tachometer suddenly drops down to zero. I hit the clutch and managed to coast to the side of the road without issue, and then I got out and looked under the hood. All of the belts were in place, the engine wasn't hot, and I had plenty of oil and the rest of the fluids. I got back in the car and tried to crank it, and the starter was running but the engine just wouldn't turn over. I have absolutely no idea what the fuck happened; my best guess is that I either had water in my gas tank or something else went wrong with the fuel line.
And now, of course, I have to get to studying for a test tomorrow in my Politics of Feminism class, which is going to be hard as fuck. So I'm tired, hung over, a little sick, without a car, and about to seriously work my brain for several hours. So that sucks. But, on the bright side, I did meet a really cool girl last night, and I'm probably going to ask her out tomorrow. Apparently she was telling her friend that she was really excited about coming to the party and seeing me, so that's cool.
And to end on a more depressing note, I also found out that a girl I knew in high school killed herself a day or two ago. Crazy.
Okay, time for me to get to analyzing Plato, Rousseau, Wollstonecraft, Kant, and Beauvoir. Whee.
Friday night my friend Stephen threw a party. I was having a really good time for a while, but then the cops showed up and told us to quiet down, and I started getting shit from Stephen's new roommate because I was telling her loud, obnoxious friends to shut up (and, of course, being my usual drunken asshole self when they didn't). So I left early because the last thing I needed was to start some roommate fight.
Last night was much, much better though. One of my best friends from high school turned 21 last weekend, and last night was his party. It was fucking awesome. I'd like to report some kinda crazy shit that happened, but honestly, I wasn't really paying attention. This girl from my creative writing class showed up at the party and I ended spending the rest of the evening with her. The only thing was that she kept wanting to make out right in front of my sister, which was a bit awkward, but still hilarious.
So anyway, the girl's friends woke us up this morning at ten fucking o'clock. That's way too early to be awake after an all night party, so I was tired and hung over as fuck all day today. I started feeling kinda sick a bit later, but I figured it was just that hangover and I headed to work anyway. After a few minutes at work I flat out wanted to die. I guess the girl from the party had a cold or something.I managed to get out after only two hours because I was feeling so fucking bad, so that was cool.
I drove home, as always, down Georgia 400. About a half a mile before the off ramp for I-285, my tachometer suddenly drops down to zero. I hit the clutch and managed to coast to the side of the road without issue, and then I got out and looked under the hood. All of the belts were in place, the engine wasn't hot, and I had plenty of oil and the rest of the fluids. I got back in the car and tried to crank it, and the starter was running but the engine just wouldn't turn over. I have absolutely no idea what the fuck happened; my best guess is that I either had water in my gas tank or something else went wrong with the fuel line.
And now, of course, I have to get to studying for a test tomorrow in my Politics of Feminism class, which is going to be hard as fuck. So I'm tired, hung over, a little sick, without a car, and about to seriously work my brain for several hours. So that sucks. But, on the bright side, I did meet a really cool girl last night, and I'm probably going to ask her out tomorrow. Apparently she was telling her friend that she was really excited about coming to the party and seeing me, so that's cool.
And to end on a more depressing note, I also found out that a girl I knew in high school killed herself a day or two ago. Crazy.
Okay, time for me to get to analyzing Plato, Rousseau, Wollstonecraft, Kant, and Beauvoir. Whee.
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mygoddamnradio:
Oh, I thoroughly enjoyed the joke. I even passed it on to a couple friends. Sucks about your car. And good luck on the test. I have a philosophy test this week and I'm scared shitless so I'm off to study as well.
libertylux:
