oh dear. talk about FML

so im atheist, for those that don't know. and for those that do know, it's pretty obvious why. right? yeah i think so. make that i know so. anyhow. last night i was out a little late...well to be honest, very late. i came home around three in the morning. and i was up by 11, but at that time my parents were like we're gonna go to gurdwara...sikh's place of worship. and i was hungover...they didn't know that, thankfully. so i went there hungover and it was fucking torture. sitting down in some place with people singing and everything being about god PLUS my me + my atheist ass + me hungover...aka not a fucking good idea. anyway. i survived. anyway. i have two days left in the HoCo. im really gonna miss these house parties and these kids.


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Brian.

so yesterday Brian came over. and we talked about every single thing ever possible. we talked about how him and Natalie are done. and we talked ALOT about Rebecca. ooo and i straightened his hair. hahaha. and we just talked for like hours. and im pretty sure he's officially gonna visit me over labor day weekend. and then we talked a lot about football. the steelers suck. suck like major major major cock. FUCK THE STEELERS! we talked about my Atlantic City story. and i heard quite a few of drunk Brian stories. Brian and Rebecca really need to hook up. like for real. Geoffery and i have it all figured out. we're just gonna lose them on accident. hahaha. it will be awesome. like so epic. i can just picture it. Geoffery and i were also talking about how their kids would look! like seriously...talk about gorgeous kids.



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Atlantic City part II

ive been a HORRIBLE blogger for the past few days. but i have a legit reason, ATLANTIC CITY!!!! haha yes i went again. and boy do i have a story for you all. so remember that guy at the bar from last time. well this time i ran into him AGAIN! his name is Dave by the way lol. and turned out that he didn't "go for me" because i was texting Brian for awhile and he thought that Brian was my boytoy. but i immediately set him straight on that. we started talking and such and i didn't really drink that much on Saturday night. just a few shots. and then i totally tapped that shit. and ohhh myyy goddd. that was like the best sex that i have EVER had. i mean seriously. sooo fucking good. he is how all future fuck buddies will be measured. i was in his room that night until about five in the fucking morning. haha. then i headed back to my room. on Sunday i hung out with my mom during the day, shopping of course, and then ate dinner with the family. that night. omg. we got uber drunk. i had five dirty bananas in five minutes. then a rum screwdriver. and then four patrons. we were both really drunk by this point. so we were trying to sober up before fucking again. lol. so we decided to play a little and i have no clue what it is called, but we played that game where you have a ball and then throw it on the little round thing and you guess the number. it was pretty fun and we were getting cheap drinks so the sobering up wasn't working too well. anyhow. that night...talk about amazing sex. like the best you have ever had. soo soo soo good.
turns out that he goes to Duke and is a graduate student in mechanical engineering. and he's anti-social networking sites...aka facebook. and he's a total asshole...which is my type because they are good in bed...but i didn't know that this good was possible. anyway. he's an ass and smart...sooo great. and totally turns me on.
in the end it was a great trip.


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Brian the fucking motherfucker.

fucking Brian. hes such a fucking motherfucker! he was supposed to come over today, but since i am typing this know, i think you all know he is not here and did not come over today. he isn't here because his mom found a 30 in his room and got pissed as fuck. anyway. i did see Lisa today which was very nice. got i miss her and love her. and tomorrow is my last day of work for the summer. =[. i love work....for the most part that is. so ill have more time to see everyone. i can't wait till i get up to new york city!! only like 12 days left!


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day four.

i don't remember if i mentioned this. but since friday night/saturday morning i have not had a single drink. Rebecca left for Canada on Saturday and i told her i wouldn't get drunk until she got back. and today is day four. and so far i am successful. it hasn't been that hard because every night im hanging out with my friends so it's really working out. =]



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new york city

sorry i have not updated all of you on my life. i was in new york city this weekend and met up with Sam and Hanah and Steffany and Mindy and Paula. it was mad fun. Friday night Sam and I had a rooftop party on her roof. that was greatttttt. and i was only tipsy, even though i had a glass of wine, 3 glasses of sangria (which Sam made and it turned out soooooo fucking good), and 3 shots of malibu banana rum. so my tolerance is goin up up up. it's about time now. like for real. so im pretty proud of myself. =] [=.
anyway that is all for right now because i need to put lots of pictures on facebook. yay.



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in other news

now i need to catch you all up on my life aside from partying. on the fourth i talked to Brian, and he told me he got a girl. he's been with her for a week. and he didn't fucking tell me. and so now i need to tell Rebski that my dream of her and Brian is gonna have to wait. and prob wait for awhile. Brian is like fucking in love with this chick. and he normally has relationships that last a long while. so unless something goes wrong, my dream is gonna have to wait for a long while, UNLESS when Brian comes up to visit me, drunk Brian and drunk Rebski do something. now that is possible. most people are whores when they are drunk. so it is very possible. Brian drinks enough, and ill give him some poppers because those fuck you up real good. and ill get the bartender to put extra rum in Rebski's pina colada. haha. i hope Rebski does not read my blog.


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District

i just realized i did not tell you all about saturday night. that night we were celebrating my friends friend's birthday. and i don't know the guy whose birthday it was. my friend was like you have to go with me. and so i was like i don't really want to, then she told me it was at this club in DC, District. and i was like im not sure and then she said there were free drinks. and i was like alright im there. and she was like meet me at my house at ten, and she lives right outside DC. and i was like alright, sounds good. and so i went crazy that night. crazy being like soooo wasted its beyond ridic. and remember that wasted priya = whore. and i was like making out with all the guys in our group. even the ones with girlfriends. but i didn't know about that, so it's not my fault. and then when i got back to my friends house everyone decided to come to her house too and we continued to drink and i mixed drinks even though i was beyond gone.



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the fifth of July

normally on big holidays (New Years, 4th of July, end of summer party, beginning of summer party) we try to keep our parties pretty mellow. and then the day after we go all out crazy, but clearly we didn't do that this time on the fourth. this year on the fifth we went beyond crazy. the area in which i generally party is this rich ass area, where parties rarely get broken because the houses are so spread apart that the neighbors can't hear anything. aka parties not getting broken. and the party we had on the fifth did not get broken but it was one of the best house parties that i have ever been to. and i have been to my fair share of parties. they had everything. all the alcohol you could imagine, all the extra stuff for drinks ever possible, and about five tables of beer/vodka/rum/tequila pong. we even took the party outside onto the lawn and the trampoline. we even lit some firecrackers behind the house. and no one called the cops on us. basically it was mad fun. and like always my phone was taken away. im not sure if i mentioned this before but when i drunk text, people can't tell im drunk texting, because everything is spelled right. so they think im sober, when im really not. and then the next morning i don't remember texting them, and then it's kinda hard to figure out what i said when i don't remember texting them, and i always clear my inbox when im drunk. it's really weird. but whatever. it was a great party.


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today

first thing first: last night should not have happened, especially since i had to be at work at 10:30.
secondly: i am pissed as fuck at fucking Brian.
third: i feel like i am about to die.

last night as you all know i went to a party. and as all of you know i tend to drink a lot when i drink. id say i had about ten drinks in all, a few poppers, a few rum screwdrivers, and lots of vodka. and as a result drunk Priya was out and about. my friend's ipod was on shuffle and this song "Hey" by Lil Jon and 3OH!3 came on. the first time around only a select few had heard it. and we ALL loved it so much that we decided we HAD to replay it. at one point in the song Lil Jon goes, "SHOT SHOT SHOT SHOT!" and there were about forty of us at this party and when that part came on, someone came up with the fabulous idea to take four shots at that part. now no where near did we have 160 shot glasses. so SOLO CUPS. in one cup there were four shots so you could just drink four times when the "SHOT SHOT SHOT SHOT" part came on. since we were short on time, the song is only 3:45 minutes long, and we had to make forty drinks in that time i wasn't the only one mixing drinks. so one of my friends, who was making my drink decided that instead of giving me four shots to give me six. and i had already had two drinks, so more alcohol in me was really really really not needed. anyhow drunk Priya= whore Priya. although last night i was more of a make-out whore than anything else. so i stayed over at my friends house and for some reason after going to bed at four i woke up at fucking six!! and i only got fucking two fucking hours of fucking sleep. and Brian, Rebecca, and my friend's ex-boyfriend were all in my dream. it was really weird because i don't talk to the ex-boyfriend at all. like we're facebook friends and such but we never talk. i haven't talked to him in a good year and a half. at least. so i went home and then drank LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of water to get rid of that awful hangover, which worked. and then i went to the gym for a bit. normally hungover people shouldn't work out, but for me somehow it helps me get back to normal. i have no clue why that is, but it works for me so i put it to use. and then i went to work and then the mall with my mom.

Brian fucking William fucking Beisel. i am sooo fucking pissed off at him it's not even fucking funny. yesterday we were supposed to hang out and i woke up at noon, because i was hungover, although not too badly, to text him to see what time we were gonna hang, and he said he had to do something but after that. and then i told him to call me an hour before so i could get ready and stuff because i was going back to sleep. the fucker never called or texted me back and we did not hang out yesterday. i know why this is making me soo mad even though it shouldn't. i mean it's really not that big of a deal, but he should have had the decency to call or text me and say "hey i can't hang out today" or something along those lines. anyhow. im really really mad at him. i wish i wasn't so mad about it.

so i have my calculus final this week. and it is gonna kill me. like seriously. i don't get what we did last class. but i did something a little different to get the right answers to the homework. which is okay, unless she asks us to do it the certain way, which i don't get. but other than that i get it so far. but i still feel like it is going to kick my ass. first because i get test anxiety. and second because i don't want to ask Brian for help because i am soo fucking mad at him. but if i need it i'll probably just get over myself and ask him. anyway. im really freaking out about this final because i need to get an A. yes i did fine on the midterm, but the final is more about the stuff after the midterm than before. i mean i still need to know the stuff from before the midterm, but it's gonna be more about the stuff after. so i really really really need to concentrate. and not party monday, tuesday, and wednesday night. tonight i might i might not. im not quite sure how im feeling about it right now.



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parties

ugh my god. some people really really really suck. last night i was at this party, which my friend and i made about 50 bucks each, and there were people who were being obnoxious as hell. and it was really fucking annoying. like seriously. even when you're drunk you can't be THAT bad. some of the things these people did includes, breaking glasses, doing back flips on the driveway when clearly there are rocks right there, and throwing bottles at each other just for the hell of it, to name a few. like seriously people...really?!?! do you really not know any better? anyway. other than those few things it was a pretty fun party. lots of tequila, rum, and vodka. my three favorites. tonight, another night another party.



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limits

so last night as you all know i was at a party...which will be the same case tonight in like ten mins; so sorry but this is gonna be a quick post. anyway. last night, i realized something very important. everyone needs to know their alcohol limit. like seriously people. if you're a light weight like myself, three drinks and your done, don't go and have ten unless they are spread out and you are constantly drinking water/gatorade, and eating. seriously. the reason this was brought up to my attention is that this guy who can handle about ten drinks in a short period of time was like, "it's my best friends birthday i should drink extra for him." how much extra did he decide to take? five shots of tequila. seriously?!?!?! five!!! that shit fucks you up real good, which is partially why it is my drank. but that is not the point. the point is when i was making him..well more like pouring him drink number fifteen, i gave it to him and then he dropped the shot. like legit dropped the shot. and tequila on the floor with drunk people all around, not a good combo. seriously. not a good one. people need to know their limit and NOT drink an extra five shots for their best friend.



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life

yesterday i meant to post something about another dream i had the night before last, which also happens to be one of my dreams from last night, but i forgot =[. first off, today i was very excited that my calculus class ended early. secondly, today at work everyone, and i mean EVERYONE loved my shoes. and my manager loved my jeans even though they weren't Loft. and another good thing i get to see Brian today! like in an hour or two. but im still having those dreams. and yesterday Rebski suggested to limit the coffee, and i feel like she guilt tripped me. so today, i only had three cups of coffee so far. that's like a major record for me!
anyway. so my dream last night and the night before last. i don't remember much of it. all i remember is Rebski, Brian, me, and a bunch of other people at a bar. and Brian and I were pressuring Rebski to drink more. and we told the bartender to add extra Bacardi to her pina coladas, which he did! it was great. she was piss fucking drunk!!!! like drunken beyond belief. and when we were going home (she lived like a block away from me) Brian had to carry her. and we decided to let her sleep in my apartment because she was so so so hammered. and that is all i remember =[.
anyway. these dreams need to stop. hopefully today they will. like seriously i really really hope so. because this is beyond ridiculous. like seriously.



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ughhhh

okay. so this is getting beyond ridic. last night i had another dream. Rebski was in this one, as was Brian. so me and Rebski were in med school together, and i believe we were in New York City, and Brian wanted to visit me because apparently i hadn't seen him in forever. so i told him to come up after the huge exam Rebski and i were having. and so he did. and normally Rebski is all about NOT drinking sorrows away, but this time her and i were drinking our sorrows away. and there were some other people with us, who i couldn't recognize and/or don't remember. and me and Rebski lived really close to each other. so her, me, and Brian walked back together, and boy were we drunk out of our minds. and i should mention that Brian had a serious girlfriend, because i asked him when they were gonna get married. and anyway. i slept with Brian, which i guess could be blamed on the alcohol; even though i would never do that, even if i was that drunk...well id like to think that. and then the next morning i couldn't remember shit. and we fucked again. and that time there wasn't any alcohol. i wouldn't do that. so i have no clue what these dreams mean. but someone please help me. because this is driving me crazy!



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updates updates updates

so i haven't blogged in literally a week, i've just been so busy with finals and getting home and stuff, so here's to one long post.

so tuesday i was major major major freaking out about my chemistry exam that was on thursday. and to add to that my friend Geoffery decided to drop the bomb: he knew my friend Brian. and i have mentioned Brian multiple times, because for some reason i really think that Rebecca and Brian need to hook up. i have no clue why, but i really think they need to get together. so Rebecca, Geoffery, and me are sitting at this table in the library, and we're in the area where we can talk. and then Geoffery says, "I know Brian Beisel, well im not sure if it's the same one but i know one" and im like "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!? Describe him!" and he goes "tall, average weight, curly brown hair" and im like "OHHH MYYYYY GODDDDDDD!!!!" he says he knew Brian from an orchestra camp in Philly when he was a freshmen so i text Brian "so did you go to an orchestra camp when you were a sophomore in Philly?" and Brian's like "how did you know thattt?!?!?!" i felt like a complete creeper so i called him and told him what was going on and i also told him about Rebecca and he was like "send me a picture of the both of them" so i did. and the idiot thought that Rebecca was also from the camp and i was like "nooooo she's the girl im trying to set you up with." and then he was like "what prompted this?" so i had to tell him the story about how his ex-girlfriend asked me about how i like nyu and i couldn't fucking lie to her because i fucking love nyu. im sooo fucking happy there. so i basically told her the truth, and i thought that i convinced her to come to nyu. and me and Brian talked for a bit and i was hoping he would never hear this story but clearly that didn't happen.

so wednesday i was major freaking the fuck out about chemistry. like for real. in a twenty-four time period, i had ten coffees, two vibrancy drinks, and a cig, i don't even smoke! i told Brian about this and i was like im gonna die and i told him what i did and he said that he would kill me. but he'd never do that; he loves me. anyway i was studying my ass off with Rebecca and Hanah. Rebecca, Geoffery, and me also got frozen yogurt when we were taking a study break. and that day in the library i was so much in the zone to the point that i couldn't hear my friends calling me and the other reason is probably that i had my music on really loud. and i still think that i failed my exam.

thursday, i had to turn my take home final exam. and then when i was walking to the building i realized i forgot to print out my works cited page. and then i went to library printed it out and turned it in. then i slept for a few hours and i got lunch with Alec and freaked the fuck out because i had my chemistry exam and then right after i had another exam. and i think i did alright on that exam. so after my exams i hit the library up again with Rebecca. and Hanah said she was treating me to frozen yogurt, but i don't let people treat me i just let them think that they will treat me. and then after we went back to the library for some chemistry fun. and then this guy Matt was also there. i don't think i've mentioned him, but he used me for chemistry and to get to Rebecca (he wants her so bad like it's sooooo funny, and she really doesn't want him. and im trying to get her with Brian) and for Starbucks. i don't remember when this happened but we were in the library and i was being polite because that's just me unless you give me a reason to be mean, which many people do. anyway so i was like im going to Starbucks anyone want anything (anyone being Matt and Rebecca) and Matt was like "yeah i'll have a grande iced caramel machiato" i was expecting him to pay me back but he didn't. so finally on thursday i was like pay me back, and by the way, he was drinking in the library, and smelt like ughhhhh. like i hate the smell of beer, any other alcohol is fine just not beer. i hate beer the smell the taste everything. who the fuck fucking drinks in a fucking library? like for real. so i asked him for my money which he did give back thankfully, otherwise he would've gotten a piece of me. then at like three the upper areas of the library were closing and Geoffery, Rebecca, and me were going to leave then. just then Annie told me butt guy was downstairs sitting right across from her i didn't want to see him, but then i had to. i ended up walking almost all the way back to my dorm with Rebecca and Geoffery but then i turned around went right back to the library to stare at him like a creeper..not really. i actually did study for my chemistry lab final. ughhh i really wanna tapp that shittttt, but that's not gonna happen now is it? so i was at the library till 5:30 and i went to bed at 6 woke up at 7.

and now on to friday. like i said i woke up at seven so basically an hour of sleep, and i was leaving, and i had literally nothing packed, and didn't sell my books, and i hadn't been to the gym in three days. so i was not in a good mood. anyway i had to go to Bath and Body Works, to pick up my mom's Mother's Day gift and to Papyrus to get a card. and i had a few other things to do. i did them, went to lunch with Hanah and Rebecca and Geoffery also came. then we all went to our exam and i got out of their asap. like i couldn't deal with that shit. and so i left sold my books and began freaking the fuck out. i didn't have anything packed. all i had done was getting the posters off of my wall. and i texted Hanah, Annie, Steffany, Alec, Geoffery, and Rebecca that i was in my room and i needed help! and Hanah-bless her heart- my parents would have killed me if it weren't for her. she literally packed everything for me. and when my parents were stuck in the Holland Tunnel i did a little bhangra for Rebecca, Alejandra, and Geoffery. my parents picked me up and that's when it hit me. i really do not want to leave new york city. im in love with it, and i don't think i'll ever want to leave. i told this to Brian who was drunk at formal and he seemed to take it well.

saturday. well i slept for like twelve hours because i was sooooo sleep deprived. i saw Lisa too. and obviously i was obnoxious as ever at Barnes & Noble (what's new there?) it was nice seeing her. i hadn't seen her in forever. and then that night i went to a friends house. and you all know that i am a light weight. we were playing an intense round of vodka/orange juice pong...which i did fucking win but i thought it would be a good idea to chugg the rest. and then i had two coconut rum and orange juices. and then James told me some stuff about this bitch which you guys do not know about, and that made me sad so my friends were like petron!!! tequilla!!! so i had seven drinks but thankfully i kept eating so i didn't get sick. and i remember everything!! so it's all good.

sunday. that was Mother's Day, and i was hungover. and then Brian texted and was like "whattt your not gonna come home" or some shit like that and i didn't know what he was talking about because i was so hungover and then he clarified and i was like ohhh and i told him i didn't wanna be home and shit like that and he DID NOT take the news well. then i visited my grandmother who's at my mom's sister's house...i would say my aunt, but she's not an aunt to me. in my opinion you earn a name, aunt, sister, brother, etc.., by what you do. this woman has never done a single thing that makes her my aunt. i absolutely hate that bitch. she's a fucking motherfucker. my parents and i went out for dinner and that was fun.

monday, i slept a lot. ate a lot of junk food, like way way way way way too much and then went to the gym. and i started a 1000 piece puzzle. surprisingly my mother did not get mad at me. also my dad's family friends were like is it okay if we come on saturday or sunday and obviously my parents were like of course so that meant that on tuesday i had to clean all of my shit because on wednesday (today) the cleaning people were coming. i get these people are really important not just to my parents but in the world but still i just got home gimme a break.

tuesday. CLEANING MY SHIT! the end. and then i went to a restaurant with some friends. then when i got home cleaning some more. like a lot more and i had a shit load of fucking shit to clean. it was fucking intense. like not good. and my mom is in crazy bitch mode. so that does not help my case.

so there's my life since the last time i posted. today's post will be coming shortly.



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