Oct 24, 2011
He still never answered me, so if you'd like to go Morgan you can. Since you don't like the music though, you don't have to if you really would rather not. I don't mind going alone. Just have to figure out what I'm doing after.
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He still never answered me, so if you'd like to go Morgan you can. Since you don't like the music though, you don't have to if you really would rather not. I don't mind going alone. Just have to figure out what I'm doing after.
The only way I can describe last night is perfectly freeing. I didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward hanging out. I didn't feel like it was necessary to talk all the time, and hell when we first got to Morgan's house we all make awkward small talk and half the time it was silent as we stared at her cats. Morgan, Christian, Josh and I just sat around for the longest time just drinking and discussing odds and ends of topics. Moving on. I am deathly afraid of heights and I feel like that needs to be said. I do not do balconies. I don't do 10,000 story houses with that beautiful drop off window view. No. Fuck that. End of story. Last night however, after drinking two mixed drinks, and losing a game of beer pong I had the bright idea to climb the ladder and stand on the roof of Morgan's building. I'm glad I was just steaming to the brim with liquid courage, because it was an absolutely breath taking sight looking at all the buildings. But the sober me wants to beat the shit out of drunk me for doing so. The sober me also wants to hurl and invest in a whole week straight of sleep, but I'll survive. We decide to play another round of beer pong, and honestly Morgan and I were kicking ass. We had one cup left to make, and Christian/Josh had about 6...they ended up pulling their shit together and winning. Assholes. Josh and I had a bright idea to play flip cup, and we won but by the time Josh finished his turn Morgan and Christian said fuck it and threw all the beer together and drank. That's the first time I've legitimately hung out with people since I've been here, but I wouldn't have picked a better crew to do it with.
In other news,
Morgan gave me my first taste of Chipotle today and I almost died at the table. Everything made sense, everything seemed brighter. I had a pep in my step. No but seriously, I couldn't ever work their because I'd become a blimp.
I've gotten a good day's nap, and now I'm going to shower because I'm sure I smell like a fermented bum right about now. I know I feel like it anyways.
One full day of sleeping or walking around like a zombie from Vicodin and I still feel like shit, but suppose I'm back now. I'm still nauseous as hell and feel like I was run over by a semi-truck...but what am I gonna do? I just woke up and I really want some soup, but everyone's in bed...so that's a no go. Suppose I'll just lay here and Tumble or read, but I'm glad I know who my real friends are now. Out of all of my friends back home, only two wrote me to see if I was okay and to tell me they hoped I got to feeling better. Tiffany, Tyler and Morgan were the only ones, and honestly...I don't care for any more. Those three seem to be the fittest for this category in my life. Thank you three.<3 &&If they ever need anything, I'll be there in a flash! This is my rant/Vicodin induced ramble. Pardon me.