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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Showing posts with label drunk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drunk. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
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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☮ hope ♥
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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Sunday, June 27, 2010
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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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.
☮ hope ♥
Saturday, June 26, 2010
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.
☮ hope ♥
☮ hope ♥
Friday, June 25, 2010
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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☮ hope ♥
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
life
today's post is not being sent from where it normally is, that being my house. right now im at a friend's house. and if i can give you one good piece of advice, never ever ever (i can't stress the "ever" enough) let your friends make you a drink when you don't know what is in it. right now im not talking about what my friends did to me, but rather what i did to one of my friends. hehe =]. he still loves me =].
anyhow. im not sure what's been going on with me lately, but whatever it is, it really needs to fucking stop. i still have not had a decent night of sleep in forever. and it's kinda really beginning to freak me out. i keep having the first dream i did with Brian. and now im getting used to depressed Brian, which is not like him in actuality at all! and i just wish i knew what the fuck is fucking going on because this is beyond fucking ridiculousness.
in other news, i feel like everything that happened when i was 17 is coming back to haunt me now. i had a strange dream last night and James was in it. he was the one who "drunk texted" the motherfucker to get some answers. and i told him to never talk to her again but i feel like he will. im not sure why. i know he hates her, as do all of my friends who know this story, but i hope he just doesn't talk to her ever again. it's too much to deal with. it has been nearly two years and still it fucking bothers me to this day. i know most of you who read this don't know what im talking about. and that's because only five people know about this story. and i can't write it out on here because it just makes me sick to my stomach. and i need to be way way way way way drunk and not only drunk but a sad drunk to tell this story. and im never a sad drunk, unless im sad and then i start drinking. so those of you who want to hear this story will have to see me to hear it.
also today i saw Courtney and we went to Tutti Frutti. then we went back to her house and watched Wimbledon. we were watching the Isner versus Mahut match, which STILL has not finished. it's gone on for over nine fucking hours, and is doing some major major major record setting. anyway that's all for now.
☮ hope ♥
anyhow. im not sure what's been going on with me lately, but whatever it is, it really needs to fucking stop. i still have not had a decent night of sleep in forever. and it's kinda really beginning to freak me out. i keep having the first dream i did with Brian. and now im getting used to depressed Brian, which is not like him in actuality at all! and i just wish i knew what the fuck is fucking going on because this is beyond fucking ridiculousness.
in other news, i feel like everything that happened when i was 17 is coming back to haunt me now. i had a strange dream last night and James was in it. he was the one who "drunk texted" the motherfucker to get some answers. and i told him to never talk to her again but i feel like he will. im not sure why. i know he hates her, as do all of my friends who know this story, but i hope he just doesn't talk to her ever again. it's too much to deal with. it has been nearly two years and still it fucking bothers me to this day. i know most of you who read this don't know what im talking about. and that's because only five people know about this story. and i can't write it out on here because it just makes me sick to my stomach. and i need to be way way way way way drunk and not only drunk but a sad drunk to tell this story. and im never a sad drunk, unless im sad and then i start drinking. so those of you who want to hear this story will have to see me to hear it.
also today i saw Courtney and we went to Tutti Frutti. then we went back to her house and watched Wimbledon. we were watching the Isner versus Mahut match, which STILL has not finished. it's gone on for over nine fucking hours, and is doing some major major major record setting. anyway that's all for now.
☮ hope ♥
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