So basically I'm a fucking idiot. Last night was the last Thursday of my freshman year, not including next Thursday which will be spent studying for two exams. This one guy called me and said he was having a party at his house. This kid is pretty weird. He just bought a house and he said it was going to be a house of worship. Weird. Anyway, he said "everyone" was gonna be there, and I wanted to pregame before this one frat party so I went with my friend and there's like 9 people there. My friend and I had a beer each and then went back to my room to take shots and the kid who invited came with us. Then we're in my room and he picks up my pajamas, smells them, and is like, "You need to wash those." Who f-ing DOES that? This is the same kid who picks skin off his arm and eats it! Plus he never drinks so he has a two beer tolerance and was kind of drunk already so he was being loud and obnoxious and he was like, "Smell my shirt, it smells like Snuggle!" Yea your shirt would smell like snuggle, you pansy. So then he leaves and we go to the frat party which is over by the time we get there so we go to the Sleazy Bar and they have this thing called fight night where there's a ring and people sign up to box other people, and a lot of people were there watching and there's this guy whom I will call B and he always says he likes me but it's only when he's drunk so he's a liar, but he buys me drinks so I put up with him and we were dancing in the bar all skanky which is something I normally never do but whatever, and then we like...made out, ew, why the fuck did I do that, like in the bar in front of everyone, and then we were outside and these three guys passed by and they yelled "get a room" so then B gets up and they were all gonna fight, and they were making fun of him because he's Spanish, and then little old drunk 5'1" me steps in between and starts yelling for them to back the fuck off and go eat a cheeseburger or something, and this one bitch was like "Why you getting all riled up for?" Suck me off, whore. Anyway, the bouncer told us to go home and I just kinda left B there because I was sick of him. Then this morning I wake up and what do I see? A hickey. Jesus Christ. I told B no hickies. Hickies are DIGUSTING. Whatever, at least I got 10 points for the trampage. I'm going to the gym.