Oh Shenanigans!

shenanigans!!!!!! Earlier on in our blogging career latte and i decided that we only have interesting adventures every once in a blue moon, but i had one last night.

in following with the worst realization ever, i had decided i was completely finished with boys; total celibacy is the only way for me to exist without drama. anyway, last night too was a drunk night, for i am of course a burgeoning alcoholic. have you ever had jungle juice? it's fruit punch filled with everclear, which i recently learned is illegal in many states (but not maryland), because it is either 75.5% alcohol, or 90% alcohol and thus is incredibly dangerous to consume, particularly because it doesn't really taste like anything so you can drink a lot, which i did. In addition to rum and wine. (this must end. it will end.)

anyway to make a long story short, i hooked up with (i don't like that phrase. it makes me feel like a prostitute.) the boy i swore i would not. This should upset me more, since it ran totally contrary to my scheme, only afterwards i officially lost part of my glasses which are now broken and another friend virtually whored me out in order that he might conduct an amusing social experiment on this visiting boy who called himself "the paragon of acting talent." so i have more important things to worry about than hooking up (ugh) with someone i shouldn't have. this boy is the most self-centered person ever, and so i felt no guilt in watching other people make him squirm.

it was a rather amusing exploit, and my virtue and my dignity remained almost completely intact, until my friend had a "lets pull down our pants to see who's bigger" contest and i was left awkwardly staring at the ceiling until they had finished. I don't know why i blithely go along with his social experiments. i should really grow a sense of independence. alas, too bad for me. i am simply a follower.

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