God what a surreal day. Woke up at 2am. Got online. Took a shower. Crashed again at 4. Woke back up at 8. Went out to the college I'm enrolling at.
Advisor: "Oh, you filled out the wrong FAFSA (Financial Aid forms). That one's for fall semester."
Me: "...right. When's the deadline for the summer FAFSA?"
Advisor: "Oh, it was March 1st."
Me: "... I fucking hate you all."
Gas well burned.
Went back to the house, worked on a scholarship essay for 20 mins. Chuck from work calls me. He wants to go drink, and he says those two magical words that get me wet every time: "I'm buying."
Fast forward 45 mins:
I'm lounging in the back of Kyle's (Chuck's buddy) '70 Chevelle, doing some whiteknuckle speeds down 75 in Plano.
We hit Hooters (their choice, not mine) and each had a beer. That was boring.
Chuck pipes up, says he wants a "real" bar, with the hard stuff.
So we hop back in the car and go to Chili's. I have a Jack sour. Chuck has 2 doubles of Sambuca (my suggestion. He loooooooved those) and a double SoCo neat.
My friend Paradise calls.
We leave Chili's, go to Coffee Dreams (my hangout). *BullshitBullshitBullshit*. We decide my car's a safer bet, as it doesn't have a broken U-joint on it.
Then it's off to Ted and Larry's, which is Chuck's haunt. Basically, it's your typical empty sports bar. I have a Newcastle. Chuck has a double Midori and a double Bacardi 151.
Afterwards, we (somehow) managed to get through the Jack in the Box drivethrough, pick up some DVDs from Blockbuster, and get Chuck home. Now here I am, feeling like my head was beaten with a beer bottle, and I'm tired as hell.
Advisor: "Oh, you filled out the wrong FAFSA (Financial Aid forms). That one's for fall semester."
Me: "...right. When's the deadline for the summer FAFSA?"
Advisor: "Oh, it was March 1st."
Me: "... I fucking hate you all."
Gas well burned.
Went back to the house, worked on a scholarship essay for 20 mins. Chuck from work calls me. He wants to go drink, and he says those two magical words that get me wet every time: "I'm buying."
Fast forward 45 mins:
I'm lounging in the back of Kyle's (Chuck's buddy) '70 Chevelle, doing some whiteknuckle speeds down 75 in Plano.
We hit Hooters (their choice, not mine) and each had a beer. That was boring.
Chuck pipes up, says he wants a "real" bar, with the hard stuff.
So we hop back in the car and go to Chili's. I have a Jack sour. Chuck has 2 doubles of Sambuca (my suggestion. He loooooooved those) and a double SoCo neat.
My friend Paradise calls.
We leave Chili's, go to Coffee Dreams (my hangout). *BullshitBullshitBullshit*. We decide my car's a safer bet, as it doesn't have a broken U-joint on it.
Then it's off to Ted and Larry's, which is Chuck's haunt. Basically, it's your typical empty sports bar. I have a Newcastle. Chuck has a double Midori and a double Bacardi 151.
Afterwards, we (somehow) managed to get through the Jack in the Box drivethrough, pick up some DVDs from Blockbuster, and get Chuck home. Now here I am, feeling like my head was beaten with a beer bottle, and I'm tired as hell.
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sorry about yur financial aid but good luck with the scholarships
...and at least yu had fun...nxt time take me with!
Man that sucks they are complete wasteoids over there. Good freakin luck with it in the future.
Did you have fun at least doing all that drinking?
I went to bed at 4:30 this morning after drinking all night.
And bad Alissa smoked the whole time. he he