The Morning After

uuuuuuuuuuungh.

so i went out last night with the soccer players from across the hall and ended up at a house party that they were throwing for one of their player's birthday.

i'm just going to say that i got a little messed up, and woke up hoping that everything was a dream. which it wasn't of course, haha!

i do remember that i called Sophie for about 45 mins to an hour and i started feeling really bad during that besides the fact that i was really really upset for i don't know why. after that i great phone call i remember getting sick and then calling Helen and weeping, and telling her that i never want to be this sick again. When i say weeping i mean flipping crying my eyes out. i don't remember much else because in fact the next thing i know is that it's 9am this morning and my room smells and i've got a dead cellphone embedded into my cheek from falling asleep on it.

...oops...


well. i cleaned up the room, and actually this happened at a good time because it needed to be cleaned really well anyways. also when i was cleaning i started finally hanging up all the 4x6s that i brought up to put on my wall. i'm really happy with how it turned out.

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yes. i took that pic of me. it's a mirror ;-) what i can't get over is that i wake up, vomit all over the floor, i'm hungover like it's no one's business and all i'm thinking is, "This is good light, I've got to get shots of this!!"

oy vey! i'm a little crazy sometimes.

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thanks goes out to the soccer guys for inviting me out with them (seriously. it was a fun time before that), and to Sophie and Helen for putting up with my drunk dials and weepiness, and to that one player who got me back to the dorm, you know who you are. I really appreciate it, big time.