I don’t need to be here. In fact, I need to be reading my psychology text book and writing my speech for Monday’s public speaking course. But, instead, I’m sitting at my desk on my laptop, trying not to fall asleep with the stress of not actually doing anything.
Procrastination and I aren’t friends; we hate each other, actually. Yet, for the amount of dislike between us, we certainly do hang out quite a bit.
Yesterday was certainly fun, though, even with Procrastination nagging at the back of my mind. R, N, J (my roomie), and I went to Oktoberfest at Truman, and it was windy and freezing–freezing enough that we exchanged our winter jackets for full coats before heading back outside. From there, we wandered campus, exploring once again. We found hidden basements, a bathroom that I swear must be the Chamber of Secrets (even more so than that other hidden bathroom I was talking about), and scary staircases leading to dead-ends. All in all, a hell of a good time.
Later, we went back to the living room to play Rock Band together. Soon, people from all over the house were coming to watch and play, and the four of us expanded to a good party of eight or so.
And even later, R, N, and I went to the “All Science Rave”. It was your average dance, club atmosphere at a frat house, but there was no food and no beverages, so I felt pretty safe about the atmosphere. Or, at least I did until two hours in, when a girl stumbled in with a gallon-looking glass jug of blue alcohol. R and I looked over at her, looked to each other, and immediately went to fetch our coats from the other room. N, R, and I ran out and looked back at the crowded frat party.
“Did that seriously just happen?” I asked. It’s probably supposed to happen, I thought. So, we met up with a girl who lives in N’s dorm, and we were hanging out in a lounge for another hour before leaving.
So, in a terrible rush, that’s what I did yesterday. Fun until the alcohol-laden sluts ran into the science party. And, yes, they were sluts, because they danced drunkenly on the table with each other, waiting for guys to think they were hot. It was rather disgusting, and R and I were far away from there once those girls moved in. In fact, it was because of them that we went to the entrance and saw the girl with alcohol walking in. Good time, right?
It sucks that people are so into alcohol. Why do something when you won’t remember it the next day? It seems rather pointless to live if you’re always getting completely drunk. Not to mention that it has a lot of negative side-effects both physically and mentally. About a quarter of all college drop-outs drop out because of alcohol. Great.
Anyway, that’s about it for the day. I’m going to go freeze some more in the my room as I sit with Procrastination and think about doing my psychology and speech work.