Falling Up

I need to get back on a normal sleeping schedule. 

2am, I’m wide awake and we should not keep meeting like this.

My roommate is stalking our entire conversation from when we started talking, and it’s really funny.

Boys are dumb.

Taking applications for a reliable cuddle buddy.

I need to clean.

My bed looks so beautiful.

Apparently I was sending me roommate penguin porn? Lulz totally possible.

I’m too happy all the time sometimes. Too much bubble. Nah, never too much bubble.

I’m rambling nonsense.

Is this real life?

A poem, by Haley.

Meowmeowmeow.

Check out mah bow ties.

h

i gh deas?

Bading. 

Batting.

Buhding.

Bazooka

Beautifuk.

Okay.

Done. 

Somehow some of that made sense to me right now haha. 

At Temple University, the party scene is pretty crazy on the weekends, especially for the freshman. Like I said in a previous post, my favorite spectator sport will always be watching them drunk biddies stumble on by in their heels.

Last night, I had a lot of fun with a few close friends. Personally, I will take getting shwasted with people I love over being at a raging party with club lights, being packed in like sardines. I’ve had some pretty shitty party experiences, and some good ones. Chances are, I was probably really drunk if I enjoyed them.

Tonight, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere, until my friend Bri invited me along with her and her roommates. I thought, why not? Might as well go, and leave if it sucks. Which is exactly what I did.

First we have to pay, which was annoying. Then we can barely move through the crowd. Their were entirely too many people. It was only 11, and half the dance floor was practically having sex. I was sick of hearing guys go to their friends and say, “Oh, you got the good one!” or “I mean, these two will do, they’re good.”

I AM NOT AN OBJECT.

I AM A WOMAN.

I’ve never seen SO MANY ASSHOLES confined into one space. I said fuck it, and left by myself. 

I’m not that kind of girl. I’m not someone to hook-up. I don’t have sex unless I’m in a committed relationship. I’m not someone to get super drunk and make out in the middle of 100 people. That’s not me. What happened to relationships? What happened to guys not being complete assholes? Since I’ve been to Temple, I’ve only met about five guys who hold some sort of moral value, and aren’t around just “fuckin’ bitches.” (Only if they’re good enough, mind you -_-)

Which brings me to the drunk biddies. Why do girls feel the need to sleep around? Why do you encourage these pigs? Drunk biddies stumbling by in their see-through dresses is why men now assume all women are sex objects. Some of us have standards, morals and clothing, you know.

I don’t care if it’s freshman year of college, you guys look like assholes. I’m totally done with this going to frat party shit. I wish I had stayed in with my girls and watched Storage Wars, because Storage Wars is more important than anything anyway. 

So boys, stop being disgusting sexual pigs. And girls, stop falling for them. You’ll only be left with regret and a hangover in the morning. 

I’m done ranting now.