Birthdays rule.

Most of the time I'm in my "frame of mind", but I really want to jot down my thoughts on the birthday week celebration before my memories cease to be vivid.

On Tuesday I took my last exam of sophomore year: my entrepreneurship exam. There were only two exams all semester and I took mine. Once that was done it was only obvious that I was going to get fucked up. I ended up taking a bowl to the head and then Nick and I went to Irv's/Joe's/Levi's place where Kevin met up with us. I get there and I'm pounding beers from the keg and then we get to play some nice 10-cup beerpong. Nick had to have a phone interview the next day with some guys from CTY so I ended up drinking all the beer. Basically, it was a recipe for disaster with the alcohol, Maggie the whore, and my desire to get fucked up to celebrate the end of sophomore year. I ended up going with Kevin to Davison where I puked a few different times in their lobby and then passed out on a couch. All in all, it was a good night of hard boozing.

I woke up and ended up chilling with Kevin and some of his friends in Commons (I was trying to replenish nutrients after a rough last night). After eating my Commons, we decide that it's time to scheme on how to get 40's. Nick is a complete pussy for not buying alcohol with his ID because "he didn't want it to get taken away". That's cool and all, but it's still a bitch move. We ended up getting 12 40 ounce bottles and we started drinking at around 6pm. I had one ides and one Olde English and I was good and drunk. It was a fun time. We all end up rolling out Jack's where there's a fairly decent party. Most of the people that had pregamed with us were unable to function past 12:30am and as a result ended up leaving the party, but not before I took some fun pictures with these cute girls for my birthday. 20 was rockin'.

I think that when I woke up on Thursday I already knew that the birthday week HAD to be completed. It was my birthday and I was on top of the world. People were leaving me voicemail, texts, and facebook messages all day.. I was feeling the love. Mom, Dad, and Bouji wanted to go out to dinner so we ended up going to Plum Blossom with Nick, Mihalis, Derek, and Kevin. Originally I didn't want to take Mihalis, but Brad declined because he had an essay to write or something. After the dinner, we ended up getting cigars and then we got two 30-racks of Miller Lite so we could drink and play baseball (since Jack couldn't deliver on the absinthe). So we got shitty in Church 6, got some ILove's after, and passed out. It was a successful day on the whole.

Friday was a sluggish day from wake-up until evening. Nobody felt like doing anything, and at around 10:00 I asked Kwatts if it would be okay if I came up. Not only was this a smart thing, it would end up being QUITE badass. If you asked me to accurately recount how many dutches we smoked on this day, I couldn't tell you. What I can say, though, is that we smoked at least 5 and we were all fucked up. Add coronas to this situation and everyone was fucked out of their minds. I ended up leaving Stackwyck at 6:15 and sleeping at 7:00am.

After I woke up on Saturday and got commons, I ended up IMing Kwatts to see how things were. He invited me back up to Stackwyck and I was down. We were a little slow with things for a few hours, but at around 8pm there was so much going on that it was ridiculous. Isaac rolled a blunt, Lavonne rolled a dutch, Mitch rolled a dutch, and Kwatts rolled a dutch. I think Mitch and Isaac's blunts were the ones that were combined into one fat dutch that was TALLER than a poland springs water bottle. After doing all of this we eventually ended up going out to drink and party for Kal's 21st birthday. We were whylin, they were whylin, it was a good time. We ended up hanging out in Rousseau until about 7:30am when I passed out on the floor of the living room.

To be totally honest, the nights kind of blend together, especially because Friday and Saturday were so crazy. From the beginning to end, we had a crazy time and I was glad I did this.

Post-party week note: It is 10:16PM on Sunday and I am tired, cranky, somewhat depressed, and probably have not had proper rest in a long, long time. I plan on spending most of my day sleeping and we'll see if that helps with my crazy fatigue. In my next entry I'll write about summer expectations and the like.. whatever, Peace.

Anticipation

So this week is my birthday, I'll be turning 20. It's gonna be pretty cool because all these changes are happening in my life. I feel as though I'm behaving more like an adult because I am doing better in school aka keeping focused. I should be able to have a good college career as long as I keep this up. I will be getting completely shitfaced with Nick, Derek, Brad, and hopefully Kevin. Those are basically the four people I hang out with at RPI that drink and that I would want at a party with being that they're my closest friends.

My last test is this Tuesday for Entrepreneurship. I would type more but it's 5am and I want to wake up and get a REAL hearty lunch. Some badass salad, deli bar, and normal buffet food, and dessert. I'm going four course meal like it ain't no thang. I love doing what I do when I write. And this time, I got a nice view of the horizon. I'm gonna get more in depth on this thing later, probably after my test.