Why Oh Why?
Holy shit…that’s all I can say. Why do I subject myself to this torture every damn week? Yes the drunken parade is out in full force. I mean come on, do I really expect it to be any different. The loud music, the screeching drunk girl, the empty bottles of beer lining the floor and tequila and vodka on the table. At the moment I am surreptitiously writing this entry and hoping to god that I can’t be convicted of some crime by mere association. I suppose I can’t claim ignorance……..Holy Shit…I need a fucking prozac and a cigarette…badly. Like you have no idea. (for your info, there was a good hour gap between these sentences.) I couldn’t take the noise so I had to go seek fresh air outside. I walked around the building and had the worst craving for a cigarette imaginable. When I rounded the corner back to my room I swear I heard her friends calling me a bitch and wondering if I had gone and told on them. But seriously, my roomie should give me more credit. Have I ever told on them….NO. So I just told them that they were being really loud and should probably close the window. Hmmm...Sigh. I feel for my roomie’s friend who came down for the weekend. Poor guy is only 16 and is so fucked up he could barely walk. They hadn’t even left yet for the frat party and already they were so wasted. The five of them downed a whole bottle of coconut flavored rum and half a huge ass bottle of so co (southern comfort for the non-initiated.) The guy is so cute though. Just darling….which is sad and makes me feel really old. But now at 11:30pm I am finally alone. Thank God!!! I swear I’m going to church tomorrow…I just can’t deal. Hopefully I will be so passed out by the time they come traipsing back into my room at 3:30am (4:30am considering the time change) that I won’t hear them. But I probably won’t be that lucky. And for all those lucky people out there who I know never read my blog…thank your lucky stars you have nice Christian roommates who watch ER with you on Thursdays or are never there to begin with.

Adieu,
Ariel (who will offer 20 bucks to the first person to go get me a pack of marlboros and their prescription for oxycontin)

p.s. they stole my butter and left it in the bathroom....no words really...
- posted by ariel at 11:41 PM