Mile High Club

SOOOOOOOOOoooooo....

You're probably sitting there asking yourself: "Mile High Club? What? You joined the Mile High Club?" No...I didn't. Not the official one anyway. Marathon this weekend had the theme of "Mile High Club" and it was (rather) amazing. I wore this button up shirt, that was buttoned wrong, this slutty ass shorts that wouldn't zippen, this fucked up tie, and then to finish it off, this girl made me "condom wings" haha. It was awesome.

So, I "pre-gamed" (i hate that word) in Marcelo's room. We played the drinking game called "Kings" (A-M-A-Z-I-N-G). So, we walked to Marathon all half drunk and what-not. We got lost a few times but then we somehow made it to the Marathon house, and of course, the first thing I did, was go to the dance floor. The dance floor was a little weak at first and the guys I danced with COULD NOT DANCE AT ALLLL!! I slipped and fell once while dancing and this other guy slipped and fell while dancing so I walked away from him (lol). [btw...i hate when you can tell that someone wants to dance with you cuz they keep moving behind you, lol. I didn't want to dance with him but I was like "Fuck it"]. I danced against the wall and like some guy started dancing against me and I turn around to see and it's Mark Dorenfast, the gay senior rep. So I was like..."ohh it's okay, he's gay, lol." So, I watched two people from my CORE make out, Natasha and Matt (don't ask why I watched. I was drunk). Emily, my other friend, was HELLA drunk and I was like..."I need to make out with someone" and she was like "I'll make out with you" haha. We didn't make out. I wasn't that drunk.

SOOOOOOOOOooooooo....

I followed Charlo around (Covertly) because I wanted to FUCKING KISS HIM! But this asshole kept moving. He seems really fidgety when he's drunk. It's cute. So I was like "Fuck it. Maybe next Marathon". So Marathon was OKAY! It didnt knock my socks off. But I always get a kick out of it because I always make some guy OOBER HORNY because they always pull at me to dance with them or follow me around and like while we're dancing they'll hold onto me extra tight and I'm like "Chill, nigga, chill". (But it's fun to know you have that effect). Or like, some gay guy is always like "I LOVEEE THIS GIRLL!! YOU BETTER WORK IT GIRL!! YOU BETTER WORK IT!!" (I attract hella gay guys...it's ridiculous)

SOOOOOOOOOooooooo....

Marcelo and Millly left me (of course). I checked my phone it said 1:30 so I knew they left. And it was raining. IT'S ALWAYS FUCKING RAINING! So, I call them and of course, Marcel's always lke "I'm sorry" and I'm always like "Its (fucking) Okay" So. I start walking (mind you, I don't know what the fuck I'm thinking. It's POURING down raining...and I mean POURING...and my dorm is like 30 minutes away and it's 1 FUCKING 30 IN THE MORNING and he calls me and he's like "My Big is going to come and get you". So I run back to the house, wait (...in the rain...) and I don't see him. So I start walking again and I get about half a mile away and he calls again like "My BIG is there waiting for you" So I fucking...RUN BACK. My weave is drenched (but it's okay cuz I had a perm), and I'm half naked running in the rain. So I get there, and the cutest thing happens...

Charlo stumbles out of the house (I thought he left btw) and goes "HIIIIII" and waves and smiles and stumbles off to the backyard. So cute.

Anyway, I find his BIG and he drives me home. I come home, sobered up a bit, comb out my weave, fix my room up a bit and fall asleep. This has been the first time I've been sober when I came home, so sober that I remember everything! But, I feel good now! My weave looks A-M-A-Z-I-N-G because it's curly from getting wet and I don't have a hangover.

The only thing I regret it 1) not making out with Charlo. And 2) Scratching up my phone (my father will flip).

But it's ALLLL GOOOOoooDDDDdddd.