fucking ugly orange crocks

I woke up at 11 o'clock on a Saturday morning. Generally I get up around two and struggle to do so. I got a good night's rest last night. WTF?! My night went something like this.

9:00 pour up a drink and begin sipping

9:30 go to the mini mart down the street with my dear friend zak. I was not drinking at this point.

9:45 play video games with the gang, for the purpose of this blog assume that I am the video game master and always gets first place in super smash brothers brawl. Also Button mashing for the win. However, during this point in time very little alcohol consumption took place.

10:00 I begin to trash talk Davis, he was mentioned in an earlier blog and basically I told him everything I said in my blog previously. I did in fact make fun of those fucking ugly crocks as well.

10:00+ alcohol consumption increases dramatically.

10:15 I'm getting high fives for the things I said to Davis, no one really like him. Also somewhere in this point in time I brought my friends cody adam and my newest friend dan back to my apartment for a foursome. Just kidding. We went back to get some pop or something lame.

10:30 Somehow I am loaded.

Just to mention a series of things that made me uncomfortable that night: the presence of Davis who I really hate. The presence of a guy who tried to hook up with me about of month ago who was there with his girlfriend. Me trying to play match maker for my friend somehow turned into a guy hitting on me. Thus my alcohol consumption increased dramatically.

11:00 I am making a total asshole of myself ( not that I particularly care ) and I'm probably intimidating people by now.

Sometimes I get to this perfect drunk where I'm social, where drinking makes me easier to talk to. Sometimes I get FuckingVickyWasted, last night would be a prime example.

11:30 I'm trowing up in the bathroom of Gilbert court 110.

12:00 I'm an a couch sleeping.

2:00 There's videos of how attractive I am when I sleep on facebook.

7:00 I wake up still completely drunk, fumble around and leave the gilbert apartments and find my way home to Cartier.

11:00 I wake up, still feeling less than sober.

I do tend to get very intoxicated, but waking up drunk has not been an issue for me. It's 12:10 and things are still spinning. If someone drugged me that's totally not nice because I'm the one who always politely asks for my drinks to be protected from roofies. All the same, I probably wasn't drugged as I was only surrounded by nice boys and girls.

Tonight has to be a little less drunk ( can't believe I said that ) a little louder, a little crazier, a littler more fuckery must happen because I need something to write about god damnit.

Love Vicky.