I'm not sure if I like this or not. So far it's awkward. But I'm (a little) awkward, my friends are (more) awkward, my life is (for the most part) awkward, so the shoe fits. The word awkward itself makes me feel awkward - it's one of those words that gives you the feeling just from the way it sounds. I'm not sure if this is a stretch but I'd say its an onomatopoeia. I just realized that half of my friends reading this probably do not remember what onomatopoeia is, so here (this is the kids definition, appropriate for most of you):
on·o·mato·poe·ia
Function: noun
1 : the naming of a thing or action by imitation of natural sounds (as "buzz" or "hiss")
2 : the use of words whose sound suggests the sense (as for poetic effect)
I'll get my bitching out of the way now so the rest of the blog can be free of bitching - my tutoring appointment didn't show up which is why I have time to sit here and write this right now. It's like sure, no big deal, I'm not hungover, exhausted, and hungry so I don't mind sitting here doing nothing instead of anything else in this universe I could be doing (see "perpetual to-do list"). Why would I even consider working on any homework? It's a Friday afternoon (TGIF), (see my previously mentioned physical/mental condition), and I only have two weeks left before I can throw deuces on this semester and fly across the pond. More on that later.
Last night I was Kelsey's date for her sorority's last date party of the semester. Going into it we were both unsure about how the night was going to pan out, but after she assured me that there was no pressure and that if she made me feel uncomfortable to tell her, we were both more relaxed and started to pop the bottle(s). Bottles of nail polish, that is. Kelsey was excited to wear $25 nail polish and I don't blame her, it's gorgeous. I enjoy treating her to the finer things in life, courtesy of the chemistry department. To no surprise, we were the best looking couple there. If you don't believe me, check the pictures and see for yourself...probably the ones before she decided to become a ninja. Pre-game was enjoyable, and Kelsey somehow convinced me to drunk-text my dad saying I need to fly home for her 21st birthday....his response: "we'll talk." WHAT!? We got to the place: fake i.d. worked, got wristband, headed straight to the bar. Already successful in and of itself. I get to the bar and see Paula ripping tequila shots with football players - don't even pretend to be surprised. So of course, I decide it's a great idea to buy Kelsey and I shots of patron...WHAT!? Thereafter everyone just kept getting weirder in the best way possible (see pictures). Overall it was a successful event: drink was drunk, dances were danced, and memories made (eh, well...memories pre-patron shots). Kelsey, marry me?
I'm pooped. Last night did a number on my body - P.S. since when do I actually get hungover? What happened to freshman year when I could go out, drink obscene amounts of beverage and wake up the next day feeling like a champ? Did I pass my prime!? Whoa, minor anxiety attack. Better quit thinking for the night.
you know you love me, xoxo
P.S.S. Is anyone else as obsessed with Chelsea Handler as I am? The fact that she has a book titled "My Horizontal Life" immediately makes me think she would be an amazingly entertaining friend, but for now I'll have to live vicariously through Chelsea Lately. Hint: which one of you friends of mine wants to step up your game? The bar is set high, but I think one of you betches are crazy enough to get there...think about it, there will be prizes
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