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i was very proud of myself that day. i had an awesome time. i don’t care if i negatively impacted others.
TGFPB..thank God for phrat boys. And homecoming. Lolz. So when a fraternity wants to be paired with a certain sorority for homecoming week they “court” them and by court I mean throw them parties and give them cake and shenanigans like that. And lucky for us our PHP..potential hoco partner..decided to throw us an “after bid day-bid day party!” which was sooooooo fun because im best friends with all the guys in the particular frat that’s trying so hard to court us. Thank goodness its drop/add week because yet again I have missed my classes. I think I have dyslexia or something because if I had known that ballet was at 8:30 am I most definitely would NOT have signed up for that. Anywho, we got picked up on a party bus and taken to our supah phun partay! And boy did we have a blast..although at one point im pretty sure I told one guy I had a boyfriend because I didn’t want him to know I was hooking up with one of his brothers later that night. Oops. Sorry bout it. Needless to say PC10 (my pledge class) taught the babies (pc 11..the new ones) just what its like to be an official sister. Lessssbbeeeeeannnnisssttt….it sure it funny to watch newbies try and keep up that is ofcourse until they throw up :p and on that note GOODNIGHT WORLD see you bright and early…or whenever.
Sleep all day party all night. Lolz jaykay more like wake up and be hungover all day, change from one English class to a different section, go on to campus to revive my school spirit/see and be seen on the bus, realize theres an audition for the dance program and rush home to get ready. While getting ready though everyone decides they want to go out but my audition doesn’t end until 930 and they want to go out at 10…awesome possum. So I went to my audition with no freaking clue of what I was getting myself into..turns out it was just for the senior showcase but the audition process is just for “experience” for dance majors and blah blah barf. Half way through I realized Toto we aren’t in Kansas anymore it was all so different from anything id ever done back at South Beach but I was determined to fake it til I made it and peace the eff out! Which I did so quite successfully. I made it all the way back to my big yellow house with just enough time to throw on a dress, some flatts and a little makeup while my roommate curled my hair (there are some perks to having a salon in your room). The next thing I knew we were walking down frat row to a specific frat house ready to get our rage face on…only to realize that it was packed beyond PACKED with girls. So we filled a room with any girl we saw from our sorority and made our own party! After successfully witnessing girls dance on a couch and almost knock over the stripper shoe on display I decided it was time to grab my crew and frat hop. A few houses up we walked in and found ourselves some ridiculously intoxicated boys. Lucky for them I was completely sober (and not in the “I’ve only had a few shots” kind of sober but like a this is a complete waste of a good hair night kind of sober) so one of the guys tossed me the keys to his truck (yes you can gasp in shock that a man let a woman drive his TRUCK) and we were all on our way to midtown. Its funny how things work out, after driving his truck the guy had offered to buy me dinner, showed me his friends company (shop Tugs) and paid my cover for the bar. Lolz. #truelife. The rest of the night was kind of a bust though, I ended up being sober sister driving drunk betches home and what not. Future mother teresa….?
……nahhhhhh.
BID DAY:
That awkward moment when you wake up with 24 tally marks and a bruise on your arm…HOLY HANGOVER. For some reason the last 3 tallies have “wine” written next to them which I was then told was because Rosie didn’t count it as a “real shot” yet the hangover was most definitely real. To add to my wonderful morning my amazing roomies then told me that we attempted to walk back home to frat row from midtown while I leaned on Ashley (who is 4’9”…im 5’9”) and then they called our 4th roommate lyndsay who picked us up somewhere around the stadium and I spat? Out the window until we reached home…where I then proceeded to remove my pants until someone gave me the trashcan. I’m sure you can guess what happened after that…the vomination had happened and we even have a picture (of me flipping off the camera while Ashley smiles) to commemorate that moment. Wall of shame: 2 points Maggie: 0.
So today was the first day of class but lets be honest I didn’t make it..not that I would have seeing as I thought all of my classes were an hour later than they really were hence therefore making my alarm clock pretty useless. Good news though! Its bid day(: rush is over we have our babies and we met them tonight!! They’re so cuteeeeee I just want to keep them allllll!! After a very exciting and welcoming bid day partay (totes dry though) we took all the babies home so they could be good students and make it to class the next morning. I however had foreign affairs to take care of. It was the Brits last night in America and I was going to make sure he got the proper goodbye. So I met him and some friends at this kid Germans house and we all hung out and watched movies. I watched as some guys smoked out of their makeshift powerade-bong and cuddled with my Brit wishing the morning would never come. 2 espisodes of south park and 1 movie later all of the residents of 7th had gone to bed and me and my lad were left on the couch and im sure we all can figure out what happened next. The only problem though is that being the cheap college kids that they are the owners of the house don’t use their ac so I was dyiiiiiing of heat and I had to pee. So around 6 am I got up and tried to sneak out…apparently im not quiet enough though because within seconds the Brit had woken up and in the cutest quietest british accent possible he asked where I was going and why. I told him I had class in the morning (like I was actually going to that puh-leaseeee) and to have a safe trip home, to which he responded “I wish I could stay here.” In my mind I was screaming ME TOOOOO! But instead I kissed him, told him “if you’re ever in America again call me,” and with that I was driving home changing all the stations so as to avoid stupid love songs………i need a drink.
PREFERENTIALS:
Prefs night is always the worst. It’s the most emotional of each night, we’re all at our last wit from lack of sleep/being cooped up in a house together for too long and on top of it all the ceremony literally brings tears to your eyes. I rushed my best friend for this round and I was doing so well until the end when we were walking out and everyone sings our special song (to the tune of that really sad humane society song “In the arms of an angel”) and I told her that I loved her no matter what house she chose and then she started crying which made me cry (with girls it’s a domino effect) and then I bumped into the girl behind me messing up the entire line. Needless to say I was a mess for a little but lets be honest it has been a loooong freaking week. And almost as if God heard my awful sobbing I found out about a frat boys 21st birthday party and within a matter of minutes we were all dressed and ready to rage. And boy did we rage. When we got to Treehouse (boys are so creative with their house names) we were greeted with so many spaniard kisses (ya know when the hispanic boys kiss you on the cheek instead of hugging…so presh..sigh) it was to presh. Then the real excitement started. Somehow someone decided that we should make the night more memorable by tallymarking each shot we took on our arms and Rosie for some reason had a pen in her bag so the tallying began. And shot after shot we kept yelling for the tallymaster (rosie) to mark it up! Pretty sure at some point I was beating the birthday boy (come on now like that’s surprising at this point) and we decided to walk to midtown. This is where things got blurry. I remember running into a bunch of friends, meeting some guys that tried to convince us to go back to their frat house, and fought off the urge to drunkenly get Pizza by the Slice….
ROUND 3:
Decided to pregame rush today..best idea of my life. So close to being done with this crazyness I honestly cannot wait for school to start WHO AM I?! lolz ive started saying lolz now and no the z is not silent its totallllllly necessary. Lolz my life is a joke lolz I want more sleep lolz I NEED A DRINK. Cant wait to wear my pwetty pwetty pwincess dress tomorrow for prefs round then its good bye spanks hello norts!
so much for a day of rest…
*norts = nike shorts. You’re welcome.
ROUND 2:
Was informed today by one of my sisters that a girl I rushed told her I was a “Barbie doll” THA FUCKKKK?! If only home girl really knew. The funny thing is though is that when I rushed said girl I broke my heel, cussed, and then laughed saying “oh my gosh im so ready to go take a nap.” What the eff kinda Barbie have you met from lametona? Whaddevaaaaaa im gonna go sleep now its been 21 straight hours of recruitment and all I can think about is seeing that beautiful Brit again(:
#dreamingofhottguys
ROUND 1 PART 2:
OMG KILL ME! Why did I agree to this? Whyyyyyyyyyyy???? I am seriously going to stab someone with my beautiful nude 6inch heels that I was required to buy. If I have to ask one more person about their major, where they’re from, if they bought football tickets, if they were here for summer B…Im gonna scream. Holy moly I have not fake smiled this much since nationals my senior year at least that fakeness got me a big trophy, so far this has gotten me a headache, a smaller waistline and a finer appreciation for my beautiful bed.
ROUND 1:
Woke up this morning to 12 people getting their hair curled by my roommates. Was late again for roll call. Shoved 90 girls into the tv room. BS-ed my way through 6 hours of rush. Slept on top of my covers so as not to mess up my perfectly made bed during lunch. Went through 6 more hours of rush. Realized the tanning lady missed a circle in my armpit. Finally got to pass out because the second day starts at 8 which means room 8’s hair salon is opening at 6am. Eff me…
Have you ever walked by someone that smells like stirfry? Has it ever happened 79 times in a row? Welcome to spray tan day! Its like everyone went out and suddenly became brown over night wtf! I decided that I was not prepared to be “that really pale girl” during rush so me and lyndsay made an appointment to go get spray tanned..yipee. During a break from face book stalking the shit out of 1200 rushee’s we went to get our tan plan in action! That poor lady at the Golden Gator has seen every sorostitute in gainesvegas’ lady parts. Sucks to have your job home girl! My lack of spray tan knowledge kinda effed me over though because I then had to walk around bra-less for the rest of the day which made walking practice suppppper fun….awk. To add to my super not fun day the Brit went to Georgia for a few days…there goes my foreign union ;) oh well recruitment 2012 officially starts tomorrow…let the fun begin!
WOOP WOOP its nail appointment dayyyyyyyy!!! And now I am typing like a freaking retard with just my pointer fingers cause these acrylics are killinggggg me! No but really I don’t get how people do this allll the time like those crazy ladies that worked in my high school who ran the front desk that you only talked to when you were leaving early and they signed you out who had ridiculously long fake nails that were like obnoxious colors, and to those nice ladies I ask “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF?!!?!?” In other news I did not have to go through the wonderfully scary cheese grating process of a pedicure, I already got my toes did! As a end of summer job present to myself I took a shot at work, left early and went to get a pedicure so thankyou dirtona for giving me something nice this summer. Although right after our appointment we went back to the house to learn weird chants that were to “inspire and electrify” well I was so inspired by all the excitement I went straight to my room and PASSED THE FUCK OUT (: dear bed, you are my savior.
