"Do You Wanna Drink Some Alcohol?"

This is my favorite part about being a (quote unquote) "blogger" -- at the point where people no longer answer their phones (it being 2:27 in the a.m.), I still have someone to talk to. That's you, baby. Ohhhh yeah.

Honestly, I've spent this entire break being a drunk. (I'm actually wondering at this point why my bloody eyes won't focus -- must be a problem with my computer screen. Yeah, if I close one eye, it stops spinning around the room. I win, computer.) I don't mean to, I mean, I enjoy imbibing, but honestly, I'm totally aware of what it's doing to my mind and body -- I was smarter in high school, when I would get made fun of for using "big words", that weren't really big to me. On Friday, CSU beat Wyoming, which led us to winning the "bronze boot". It was being carried around Lucky Joe's, and I thought it would be a really good idea to drink my beer out of it. Bad news, Whitney -- the thing is an actual old-ass BOOT -- bronzed and attached to a pedestal. This, unfortch, made me plow into the bathroom and make the difficult decision to pull the trigger. Pull the trigger I did, and I definitely felt worse for the wear for it. Apparently, later, I was attempting to remove a brick from the wall, which I was positive would lead me to a secret treasure, or passageway. Couldn't remove it, but did gain a valuable insight into myself; apparently, when I drink, I don't give a fuck. Truth.

So tonight, we went to the Rio, where I ran into my entire high school. Okay, there were only like, 75 of us; however, I was confronted with the realization that I a) wasn't very (conventionally) tight in high school, and b) that I was alright with that, as the people who were were that kind of kids that would still make me feel terrible about myself 5 years later were still terrible, unconfident assholes. I swear, kids like that are so self-conscious that they get off on being withholding (thank you, Buster Bluth) -- the kind of people who have been validated their entire lives for being attractive that cannot, cannot handle being face-to-face with someone who is completely comfortable with themself; the kind of person who has no problem being fucking nerdy and identifying with other people like that, and not giving a fuck what they're doing or look like.

Wow. That was a rant... you know; when you get drunk, and you ramble, you get super intense about what you're talking about, right? Right?

Anyways, I made my friend Dan an epic dance mix -- not only did it include my favorite french dance song, "Je Veux Te Voir", but it included this song... amaymay:



"Like, uhhh -- I'm perfect; push it, push it; watch me work it!" So good. I think that if I stripped for a living, this would be my song. Too much? I dunno.

Oh, also, this fits with the theme of the night; we spent like 20 minutes screaming "JAGA BOMBS!!!" at anyone who would listen. This would explain:



And that would be about it. Good night!