valentine's day = MAD GAY

Yesterday was Valentine's Day, which is basically the stupidest holiday ever. For those who have someone, it is just a sorry excuse to get your boyfriend to care (when he should anyway), and for us hot single people, it's a way for couples to TRY to make us feel bad. Of course, we went shopping and bought some fabulous clothes at the store across the street. I bought a cute white shirt that I'm really excited to wear when I'm in warm weather (Florida in like 18 days !! EEEEE)

Last night was of course, a shit show. It started off really slow because we thought that everyone was going into town to go to the bar and we are ALL under 21 (with no IDs that were really reasonable, lady yaya has an ID that says she's 25... so she would actually be 4 years older than everyone else there). After waiting around for awhile, everyone returned to campus and we started our glorious power hour playlist (80's baby). We mixed this weird wine that miss yaya brought back from home (it can be mixed with liquor?) so we did it. Wine + Grey Goose + Cranberry Juice + Power hour = blasted in a very short amount of time. Of course the commons left us with no sufficient food for the weekend, so I got really drunk really quickly because I ate sherbert for dinner.

Yaya and Ew took a little longer to get drunk, but when they did they really did. Ew got really horny and had to leave to find PDidds. Yaya kept drinking, got locked in a bathroom, lost her keys, and proceeded to call her friend from home multiple times when claiming she didn't. I ended up in AJ's suite where some girl was actually passed out on the floor face down (two baseball guys had to come remove her) and someone else was throwing up in the bathroom. Yaya and I laid on the couch while I convinced her that we should leave and she really wanted to, but she didn't want to get up.

This morning was slightly better though. Ew returned from her horny drunken night after Yaya and me fell asleep, so we were caught up with the details. Apparently she met up with Didds and after finding his room occupied, walked to the softball field and almost got it on (ALMOST ! DAMNIT) in our dugout. Pretty sweet, she has dirt stains on her Marc Jacobs black jeans. HAHAAHAHA.

After returning from brunch, Yaya let us in that while she was a drunken mess last night (and after we made a can of tuna and ate it all) that she fell asleep and peed on our futon. PEED ON OUR FUTON. Good thing my sister came today to stay for the week and SLEEP on it. We cleaned it though, so all is well.

<3333,
Kitty