Sick

You know the moment of clarity right before you throw up when you realize you'll throw up and you think FUCK! When this happens to me, I usually worry about my eyeliner and mascara running down my face when my tears are forced out but abandon this as soon as the first gag arrives. But you know what? I always feel better after.

Until I drink some more.

This is the stupidass chain of thoughts I had while at Stonybrook Friday. The party was the bomb. Passed out around six in the morning not believing I'd wake up again, but had a good time anyway. The only reason I'm forcing myself to party so much is because this is my last semester. I can't really be a dumb college kid anymore.

Well maybe if I go to grad school.

Christmas in two weeks! AHHHH. Gentlemen, remember I love Monsieur Louis Vuitton