Somehow, I lack the creativity to write this entry… I’ll just say this like it is, and you can add some funny accent, yes?
Saturday night was so fucked up, dude!
Regularly, I don’t write about my social life. I tell myself it doesn’t add anything to the main objective of this blog, but the real reason is … I just don’t have any.
Even though I’m Miss Party-Girl to you, now; I’m still true to my principles. This does has something to do with the point of my blog. The party was, amongst other things (like, birthday party, end-of-the-semester party, let’s-get-really-drunk party), my going away party.
I really don’t know what to say about it, though. A lot of shit happened, funny, exciting, weird… But I’m guessing it’s the kind of things you have to be there, or at least know the people.
Ok, ok. I do have a couple of statements:
. I <3 Jelly Shots (and I feel I shouldn’t be this proud of saying it just like that).
. Real fun doesn’t start until you’re thrown in to a pool against your will… And I’m not even being sarcastic.
The truth is… I will miss these people like crazy.
The second truth is that I should receive a medal (or a set of applauses, at least) for having the balls to upload pictures of myself not only when I’m sleep-deprived, also when I’m wet and drunk (…dirty!).
Adding to the weirdness of the night and without getting into gruesome details, I have to say I learned something important: You don’t need Europe to try those things you see on French movies.