It is time to explore my weekends, and how i have spent my time this first semester as a college student.
i will now explain my weekends in chronological order of my college experience. and for my younger viewers you can get a taste of what college life is really like. (not really-i am not a typical college student by any standards-this is not a good source for "typical college student weekends").
week 1: this weekend i did actually go out with my housemates. (see the party memoirs)
week 2: i went home because i missed my mommy :( i never realized how much i much i love my mom. like for real. i know i sound like a fag but i don't care! i love my mom and she is cool! i usually call her more than twice a day just to see what she's up to. and we FaceTime all the time! this is such a transformation from high school, when we could be seen fighting on any given night. and when i say fight… i mean fight. we would fight more than i fought with my brother when we were kids, and we would fight for hours or days about the stupidest things! i guess i know where i get my stubbornness from…maybe that is not a good thing. anyway, i enjoy going home. i have an awesome bed and the most adorable dogs you have ever seen or will ever meet.
week 3: I went over to Roommate Number 2's friends house. It was kinda weird, but i kinda liked it. I also managed to get 3 free handles out of the situation. When i say free, its because i simply never paid her older sister back. But what i owe Roommate Number 2 in money, i make up for by tolerating her.
week 4: This week i went home again. I had family in town, but i literally just slept for 2 days straight. college is exhausting!
week 5: Roommate Numbers 1 and 2 went home for the weekend this week. so i had the room all to myself for the first time for more than 5 minutes. (there is always someone in our room, it is sad, i need my sara space). i made sure i peed, had food, soda, and everything else i needed for a cozy night in my room. i planned on not leaving my room all night. i then locked the doors and made it look like no one was home in my room. eventually the girls did knock on the door. i literally jumped up, turned off the lights, and hid behind the couch. i would probably consider this a low-point in my life.
week 6: this weekend was family weekend, so there was not much pressure to go out, everyone was with their families. someones mom made 300 jello shots for the tailgate though, and i quite enjoyed them. I hadn't been that drunk in front of my mom since club cocoa bungo mexico spring break 2013 aka one of the greatest weekends of all time (stay tuned for "the spring break memoirs"). so i was a little tipsy in front of my mom and fun was had by all.
week 7: this was the weekend of the lake trip. I'm not gonna say i survived, I'm gonna say i thrived. this is me pondering whether i should have an entire post about that weekend, but i guess i can summarize it real quick: we got a party bus for the way down to the lake (which i literally saw at a distance for 5 seconds…lake trip my ass). this party bus was double decker, had stripper poles, lights, and an awesome sound system. i was pretty drunk before i got on the bus, really drunk on the bus, and then just extremely pissed off by the time we got to the hotel. we rode this bus for 2 hours maybe at most. but i swear i lived 9 lives that night. i thought we had been driving for 10 hours when we finally arrived. i will say i had a really great time on the bus. we were "slapping the bag" (don't i sound like such a cool kid) and taking shots and dancing and yelling and singing. it was pretty awesome I'm not going to lie. then all of a sudden it wasn't. i remember laying down, Roommate Number 2 asking me if i needed a bag, sitting up and then bam there was a trash bag in front of me. i threw up my spaghetti dinner-what a waste. we eventually got there, someone got throw up on my sperry topsiders, and i then i threw up again into the bushes while many a scholar watched me. i distinctly remember one of the scholar girls rubbing my back saying "shhhh its ok…its ok i got you" like i was a fucking baby and this was my first time drinking. i wanted to tell her to stop petting my hair while i was throwing up in the bushes mainly because i didn't want her to see my puke..like ew. sometimes you just need space during this very personal and stressful time with your body. i somehow climbed 3 stories of stairs to get to my room, had a rebound, and ran out to the parking lot. the guys were smoking. i took one hit, coughed my lungs up, and then went back to my room in shame. i am the worst smoker. i cough because i have small lungs and i spit because i don't like the taste. anyway, i spent most of the night and next morning by the toilet, didn't drink the next night, and just slept for a lot of the rest of the trip. and that was the lake trip for me.
week 8: i was not feeling like doing anything this weekend, but i refused to stay in my room and be affiliated with Roommate Numbers 1 and 2 on a friday night. I also had a huge exam on monday so i planned on having a relaxing evening and studying. i ended up at my brother's room, while he went out to a party. i never actually studied anything. but i did finish an entire season of the office and demolish a jimmy johns sandwich, large diet coke, and bag of jimmy chips (that is my order if any of you would like to get on my good side). and i am not even ashamed! (of staying in that is…i am however a little bit ashamed of the amount of food i ate that night) i always enjoy a nice quiet night by myself with some tv and a good bed.
week 9: i don't remember what happened this weekend. i think i was sick, and i think i slept a lot.
week 10: this was halloween weekend and it was weird. i didn't dress up (not only was it cold, but i didn't have time to find a costume, slash i was too lazy to put on together). i went to a concert for a band i had never heard of. the show was supposed to start at 9:30, so we show up fashionably late and hoping to skip the opener around 10:30. But no one told us there was going to be 2 openers… and the band didn't go on stage until like 11:45, when i had planned on leaving by 12 considering i had an 8 am the next morning that i could not miss or be hungover for.
week 11: this was one of the greatest weekends of them all. two words: rockburst university. i am also debating writing a post about this night as well. even though it was only one night, it was one hell of a night and i wish i could go back to it. this weekend makes me half wish i went to Rockhurst but also half wish it was just like 10 minutes from mizzou. Because, yeah its taken me 11 weeks but i guess i like mizzou. so-rockhurst. what a place. good vibes, great people. i will just explain quickly. maybe it was so great because i saw old friends that i missed and that made it so fun. but the alcohol probably made it fun too i guess. a few of us drove to kansas city from mizzou, and we almost didn't make it. let me tell you, a random girl we had never met drove us, texted the entire time she was going 90 mph on the highway, and then dropped us off 30 minutes away from Rockhurst at a random McDonald's. i was just glad to get out of that car i didnt care where she dropped us off. and no-we did not pay her. you cannot put a price on my life, of which she could have taken considering her dangerous driving patterns. anyway, one of our friends picks us up, we get back to a closer proximity to Rockhurst, go out to dinner, and then get ready for the night. rockburst is very different from mizzou, but i am pretty sure i like it. the party we went to was a party where people play game cube games like super smash brothers-one of the greatest games ever-they just don't make em like that any more. the party was weird at first i think, but i knew what i had to do. i took some shots with beer chasers, and then i was set to go. i think we left that party to go to another party around midnight? all i remember was there was a cat in the street that no one would let me play with. i was very angry. the cat was probably neglected and sad and just wanted a little pat. he came towards me when i sat in the street to play with it but everyone dragged me away and told me i couldn't play with the cat. naturally i was outraged. we ended up going back to the same party because the other party was a bust…(we were not welcome there cuz we wuz white-yes we the year was actually 1952, not 2013 where i thought that stuff was over with) but its ok because we went back to the mario party and had a good time. my good friend made sure they played my songs. you know its a good party when footloose and wavin flag come on the stereo. i think i remember doing a back flip over the couch. anyway the party was so fun and i miss my friends so much when i think about how fun that night was. that wasn't a "quick explanation" like i said it would be, but i think you appreciated it, i sure did.
week 12: I was feeling kinda low after coming down from such a fun buzz at Rockhurst, so i didn't do much this weekend. I went to my brothers dorm, ordered chinese food, and watched movies with his floor in the lounge. it was chill (and lots of computer engineering nerds).
week 13: this past weekend, i had the flu. the end. i don't wanna talk about it. i called my mom every 10 minutes because i just wanted her to hold me and put a rag on my forehead and make me soup. instead i had to settle with Roommate Number 2 making me soup and laughing at me while i moaned because i was so miserable :( i will remember that next time she is sick (insert mischievous emoji)
week 13.5: halfway through this week i contracted pink eye. lucky me.
so that brings us to the present, and 1 day away from thanksgiving break and 5 days away from my birthday!
so now we have come full circle. i only went out with the girls in my house once. and let me tell you. they persistently asked me to go out. like im talking every single thursday friday saturday night. and every time i got out of it, go me, im a horrible person. but I'm a horrible person who has survived the first semester of college.
