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Day 3: Headed to my buddies place, the entire length of campus. Took the bus. Chilled with him and his roommate for while. Toked up, hookah'd, save me. Haven't gotten the stamp of approval from the woman yet to light up. More friends came over, sausage fest of 8 guys. Smoked, hookah'd, save me. Devoured assorted chips. Most everyone pretty fuckin' retarded. Interesting for me, but not really fun since I wasn't baked. Left at about 1220 am to consume Earling Mornings. Nasty taste. What's worse is I chased it with....MORE Earling Mornings. Stuff was in orange gatorade bottle. Thought it was gatorade. Chased it with the same shit. Stupid me. Turned on black light, crunk friends danced to techno, hip hop, whatever. Amusing, great camera fone footage. Left for party from friend's friend. Learned it was busted; veered to frat party from the same friend's friend. Aiiight. Nice house though, props. My friend snatched party cups for us two, no one noticed. Didn't have to pay. Damn straight. Downed a beer and a half; nasty taste. Frat guy tried recruiting me and my friend, squashed attempt by not following him downstairs, hah. Frat tools. Not much to do, excuse us college guys sexist talk but "no bitches to meet" so left for original friend's apartment. Kinda tipsy, ordered pokey sticks (delicious bread sticks), tried to stay awake watching Adult Swim while waiting. Inhaled pokey sticks, crashed. Woke up this morning at 12. Walked across campus (again) to my house, buses don't run today. Had to hide all the handles, fifths, beer pong posters and beer cans in my house. One of my roommate's mom is taking him back. Logged onto Cellar, 115. Not looking forward to studying for quiz tomorrow. Contact with significant other in t minus 3 hr 24 minutes.
~Fresh
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