psychicgoldfish

So, driving sucked on friday. I almost went off the road on several occasions, when I hit patches of ice, and it was snowing really hard. The 100 mile trip took about 3 hours. Bad scene.

But once I fell into my friend's apartment (at the good maine school) she greeted me with an insatiable hunger for chinese food. So we hit the Jade, with her male roomate, and had buffet. I am definately going to meat eaters hell for my sins of that evening. Ah Fuck. We talked about people we know and told stories and such. Roomate looked on with interest and seemed relatively amused. Just for the hell of it, I smuggled cookies home.

When we got back to her place, we started to hit the cherry coke and captain. Our childhood friend and my somewhat embarassing, but well meaning, ex-boyfriend showed up. We read some spongebob slash (eww...), made embarassingly loud noises to compete with the party across the hall and watched "Reefer Madness". Then we trampled through the snow with some people we met up with, whose names I do not recall, and had a fabulous nature walk.

I have always loved the UMaine nature trails. I used to have cross country races and such there, and it was just so beautiful that evening. It seemed jeweled and crisp, the moonlight reflecting on the snow. We didn't use flashlights. We gathered in a circle and had a commune of sorts, and then we wandered back to our respective dorms with a general good feeling all around- snowball fights too.

We proceeded to get tanked. I remember talking loudly about my sex life in a manner that... well, I think some people know more about us than they wanted. My friend was sad and stressed about a bad relationship, so her roomate and my ex both offered their bodies to her- as punching bags. They giggled as she proceeded to pommel the living daylights out of them.

Some people went home, and my friend's roommate got sick. Then I had to pee. So I checked the floor communal bathroom. Someone had vomited on that, so I had to use the one downstairs. My friend crashed a different party to use their bathroom.

I don't remember going to bed, but I woke up at 9am the next day feeling just fine. We hit the mall. I got the random haircut. It worked out alright, I will take pictures soon.

We found someone to get us two bottles of tequila (one for the night, and one to get my friend through V-day) and took some shots. Then we attended the kareoke contest. My favorite was Charly, flamboyantly gay, singing "my Milkshake." Man, he had some moves. Our childhood friend who is oh-so-NRA didn't know quite how to handle that, and since had consumed quite a bit of tequila, he thought the best way to deal was to shout the rudest things possible. It was actually kind of hilarious, in that "oh my" kind of way.

Ran into two of my ex-boyfriends at kareoke. The embarassing one, and the super-emo one. I just had to hang with the super emo one for a while. I enjoyed his friends. They are fascinated by me, because I have been the only girl who didn't date him simply because he was in a band. They determined that I would win in a fight between my ex and I, based on AD&D stats. My constitution is higher and I can do the cool contortionist thing, which, as you might know, is very useful in a battle.

We got back to the apartment and watched "Initial D" (with subs, of course) and drank more tequila.

Ah, for my good, dorky weekend of debaucherie. I love UMaine so much.

How was your weekend?