Ooops...

So I finally decided to study for my final tomorrow. Like usual, I was like, why start studying any earlier, I'll just forget shit. I might as well just cram it all into my head the night before to ensure that it'll still be there the next day. Of course, this was assuming I had notes from which to gather all this shit I intended to cram. So I'm flipping through my notebook, yeah yeah yeah don't really care....yeah yeah yeah...and suddenly, from one page to the other, things went from early medieval to the 1980s. And i was like.....something is wrong. So i looked at the dates. 3/9. Next time I took notes: 4/4. Oops....

Spicy Chicken is My Lover

after going to russ and richs party we realized we were bored, so charlie julia and i were like lets get so trashed we cant handle old school nintendo and then watch pootie tang. so a shot of vodka two rum and cokes and two white russians later i was hanging out in charlies room trashed. and craziness ensued. and when were at the liquor store earlier i was like ooh wendys i'm so hungry, but i was too impatient to make another stop and now i'm like DAMN IT i'm so fucking hungry and i really want some wendys fuck. spicy chicken is my lover

05.05.05 is gone forever

And all Christine and I did was go to walmart. We bought the most random collection of shit: watermelon smirnoff cause we saw it and were both like wHAt, a brat pack dvd totally outta the $5 bin, oatmeal raisin cookies, eyeliner cause i lost mine when my bag fell under the table at a bar again--cause that's the kind of thing that you'd really expect to happen twice--and underwear cause i totally dont feel like doing laundry. and since i didn't buy socks it looks like it's gonna be a flip flops kinda...5 days? oh no no, cause the underwear has the five pairs crossed out and replaced with a six. Class-ay.

Last Day of Classes, Let's Get it On

Night of the Last Day of Classes, 12:00 am. Countdown to my Academic Festival presentation: 9 hours. Charlie's drunk status: already puked.


It's time to go downtown.

Charlie displaying his bottle, label-less because....

He kept peeling them off to give to Erika to make this

YeeAH!!!

Charlie's house is gonna be so gay next year

pile-o-drunk