So if you haven't been on the site Texts from Last Night... you should go. I have some fun additions that I've been receiving in the past couple of nights... weekends are always so dependable for the drunken and/or confused text.
(The Rich Bitch): @ the cape. Drunk, horny, craving crabs.
My reply: Honey, drink water & rethink what you just text me. Crab, no s, = seafood craving.
(Twin A): So apparently when I get really trashed on jaeger bombs, I turn into a stripper.
My reply: ... where are you exactly??
(Twin A): Now inside bf's apt. Earlier @ Twin B's on patio. Bf dragged me inside & said I kept pulling clothes off.
(The Older Brother): Drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker, drink motherfucker, drink!
My reply: I'm already drinking... maybe you should ease up... also on the singing.
(The Older Brother): Everybody driinnnk!!!
(The Flirt): I'm so hiiiiiiigh high above you I'm so lovely.
My reply: Lol not how that song goes, but ok get ur msg.
(The Flirt): Come over! I'll get a keg!
My reply: Don't u think 165 cans' worth of beer is a lil much for 2 ppl?
(The Flirt): Never!
And my personal favorite...
(The Panhell Director of Communications): I think I'm pregnant.
My reply: What?!?! When? How?
(The Panhell DoC): Haha April Fools!
My reply: ... it's not April.
(The Panhell DoC): It is in Wonderland!
My reply: ... are you okay?
That one just happened just about 3am this morning and shortly after, I got a phone call from her number and it was her boyfriend saying she was tripping but fine. I'm spending the night at The Resident's and he mumbled to keep her hydrated for the next 12 hours or so more or less in his sleep.
Then at about 5:30, his pager went off and they needed him at the hospital. He kissed me awake and told me to stay here... so here I am. He called a little while ago and left a message to say he would be back soon with breakfast, which is always exciting. I'm still a little sleepy so when he gets here, I might try to convince him to spend the whole day in bed with me. What a nice and completely lazy thought.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
What do you do when life happens?
It's amazing how crazy life gets. Midterms blended into finals and graduations and LIFE.
Some new updates... I broke up with The Guitar Hero because things were just not working out. According to The Sorority Prodigy, he's been moping around their house writing emo music on his guitar. Sucks worse for him because his mother and his sister are both in love with me so I imagine he's getting the "you're a fucking idiot" talk daily from them. I just couldn't take his craziness anymore. It's like that Katy Perry song... he was up then he was down, hot and then cold... honestly, wtf. A girl can only take so much.
Also new, I've been on a few dates with The Resident. And once again am reminded why I enjoy dating older men. Although he's been on call tons and we keep having to end things early so he can get to the hospital to take care of something. It's interesting because I told The Resident I didn't want anything too serious right away because I just got out of a relationship... I'm pretty sure he wants to be exclusive... he's hinted at it a bunch. That or he's just too tired from being a resident to date more than one person at a time. I don't think I'm ready for that right now though... I'm tired of feeling like I'm tied down. I've never been one to sleep around a lot so I've always been prone to get sucked into relationships. Though we might as well be since I've turned down dates from The Flirt in the meanwhile... but does that even count? It's The Flirt, after all.
Twin B and her Generic Biotech Firm Guy got married last weekend. It was awkward because I was a bridesmaid and The Guitar Hero was a groomsman... my groomsman to be precise... and I had taken The Resident as my date. I really wanted to avoid that, but Twin B came to visit The IFC Webmaster when he was in the hospital and blurted it all out and invited The Resident for me. So he came as the +1.
The Sorority Prodigy warned The Guitar Hero about it, but he didn't bring a date anyway. And though Twin B had the sense to put us at different tables, we were basically a table apart and he kept looking at me all night. My solution to all of this awkwardness was to drink a LOT of champagne. He came over at some point and met The Resident and of course what had been our song came on then and he stupidly asked me if I wanted to dance. Being polite and definitely drunk, I said alright. And then halfway through, The Resident asked if he could cut in. There was some serious competition going on between them and looks were thrown. It's funny because they don't even know that they're members of rival frats. The Resident is a graduated bro from a different chapter of The Charter House.
Leaving was possibly the worst part... The Resident had an early shift the next day since he took off that night to come as my date so we had to leave "early" (by early, I mean like slightly after midnight) so he could drive me home and then get home himself. But most guests had rooms at the hotel, so The Guitar Hero pretty much just saw us leaving early together. I saw The Sorority Prodigy say something to him as I was leaving so hopefully she just cleared it up... but it was still awkward as fuck. Other than the tension at the reception, the wedding was beautiful... it was a huge wedding. As is to be expected from Twin B. And since both families are wealthy, there was an open bar.
We actually threw her a huge bridal shower two weeks ago... and true to our sorority selves, we arranged ourselves into a doorstack when she arrived. I'm so glad I'm not young anymore... young members have to like lay on the ground for the bottom of the door stack. It was super cute though... huge cake and of course all the appropriate bridal shower games. And lots and lots of booze. The boys came round later and found us all in extremely good moods.
Twin B and her now husband are going to Fiji and Tonga for their honeymoon. I wish I were going on vacation to Fiji and Tonga. I'll be spending the next few weeks at home sorting out Panhell and miscellaneous house crap. We're already starting to plan for next year and since I'm perpetually on Rush Board, I always have to plan.
Anyway, I should get some sleep. The Pageant Princess is coming over tomorrow and we're going to spend most of the day out by the pool with a pitcher of daiquiris.
Some new updates... I broke up with The Guitar Hero because things were just not working out. According to The Sorority Prodigy, he's been moping around their house writing emo music on his guitar. Sucks worse for him because his mother and his sister are both in love with me so I imagine he's getting the "you're a fucking idiot" talk daily from them. I just couldn't take his craziness anymore. It's like that Katy Perry song... he was up then he was down, hot and then cold... honestly, wtf. A girl can only take so much.
Also new, I've been on a few dates with The Resident. And once again am reminded why I enjoy dating older men. Although he's been on call tons and we keep having to end things early so he can get to the hospital to take care of something. It's interesting because I told The Resident I didn't want anything too serious right away because I just got out of a relationship... I'm pretty sure he wants to be exclusive... he's hinted at it a bunch. That or he's just too tired from being a resident to date more than one person at a time. I don't think I'm ready for that right now though... I'm tired of feeling like I'm tied down. I've never been one to sleep around a lot so I've always been prone to get sucked into relationships. Though we might as well be since I've turned down dates from The Flirt in the meanwhile... but does that even count? It's The Flirt, after all.
Twin B and her Generic Biotech Firm Guy got married last weekend. It was awkward because I was a bridesmaid and The Guitar Hero was a groomsman... my groomsman to be precise... and I had taken The Resident as my date. I really wanted to avoid that, but Twin B came to visit The IFC Webmaster when he was in the hospital and blurted it all out and invited The Resident for me. So he came as the +1.
The Sorority Prodigy warned The Guitar Hero about it, but he didn't bring a date anyway. And though Twin B had the sense to put us at different tables, we were basically a table apart and he kept looking at me all night. My solution to all of this awkwardness was to drink a LOT of champagne. He came over at some point and met The Resident and of course what had been our song came on then and he stupidly asked me if I wanted to dance. Being polite and definitely drunk, I said alright. And then halfway through, The Resident asked if he could cut in. There was some serious competition going on between them and looks were thrown. It's funny because they don't even know that they're members of rival frats. The Resident is a graduated bro from a different chapter of The Charter House.
Leaving was possibly the worst part... The Resident had an early shift the next day since he took off that night to come as my date so we had to leave "early" (by early, I mean like slightly after midnight) so he could drive me home and then get home himself. But most guests had rooms at the hotel, so The Guitar Hero pretty much just saw us leaving early together. I saw The Sorority Prodigy say something to him as I was leaving so hopefully she just cleared it up... but it was still awkward as fuck. Other than the tension at the reception, the wedding was beautiful... it was a huge wedding. As is to be expected from Twin B. And since both families are wealthy, there was an open bar.
We actually threw her a huge bridal shower two weeks ago... and true to our sorority selves, we arranged ourselves into a doorstack when she arrived. I'm so glad I'm not young anymore... young members have to like lay on the ground for the bottom of the door stack. It was super cute though... huge cake and of course all the appropriate bridal shower games. And lots and lots of booze. The boys came round later and found us all in extremely good moods.
Twin B and her now husband are going to Fiji and Tonga for their honeymoon. I wish I were going on vacation to Fiji and Tonga. I'll be spending the next few weeks at home sorting out Panhell and miscellaneous house crap. We're already starting to plan for next year and since I'm perpetually on Rush Board, I always have to plan.
Anyway, I should get some sleep. The Pageant Princess is coming over tomorrow and we're going to spend most of the day out by the pool with a pitcher of daiquiris.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Florence Nightingale Much?
I've been at the hospital a lot lately visiting The IFC Webmaster. He's getting better. He broke a few ribs and an arm and got a concussion and had to get stitches after hitting the steering wheel. Thank the lord, his brother from The Freemason Fraternity is going to be okay too... it was really scary for the first few days when they had him in a medically-induced coma. It's been really good for The Row though... every chapter's been reaching out and sending flowers to the brothers at The Freemason Fraternity and they ran out of vases (I didn't even know that fraternities had vases) so they ended up sending tons of surplus flowers to the other wards of the hospital to brighten their days. We had an impromptu talent show where people put together really short acts and gave 100% of ticket sales and raffle prize money to both families to help with medical expenses. It was a really great show and a bunch of professors and university officials came... we sold out the entire auditorium, including standing room. Amazing how everyone can pull together. The Christian Sorority held this prayer meeting for the both of them and invited everyone. Sweet of them. Although I do gotta say, I'm glad we don't have a bloody Jesus wearing a crown of thorns contorted in pain on a cross statue as part of our decor...
In any case, this kind of thing really makes you hug the people you love a lot more. After this week, I feel like everyone on The Row has been feeling like this... and not even just here at The University... on every campus what with the tragedy that hit USC last weekend too. My heart goes out to all of her sisters and everyone in the Greek community there. For the most part, I feel like everyone has gotten closer since we were so close to experiencing that here. The one thing is that this like coming together of The Row has really highlighted how stupid The Guitar Hero is being. He says that he's sad like everyone else but he keeps getting mad that I spent my free time this week either organizing the benefit or going to the hospital yet when I tell him to come with me, he won't. That's just incredibly frustrating to me. I don't know how much longer things are going to last with him because I'm getting tired of it. That and being single is just so much more fun.
On the light-hearted side... all this time at the hospital has caught the eye of a resident who decided that he would flirt with my by walking me around the different wards and explain medical conditions and procedure to me, but he'd always do this around some meal time so he could coincidentally invite me down to join him. He flirts so obviously. In fact, yesterday I went to the hospital with The Flirt and he decided to slip that "telltale assumption" into the conversation which went something like this:
The Resident: Oh hey... what's up? Good to see you in again today.
Me: Hey. Yeah just checking on The IFC Webmaster. Thought I'd bring him some movies to cheer him up.
The Resident (to The Flirt): Hi, I'm The Resident. Are you the boyfriend I've heard so much about?
The Flirt: Ye-
Me: Nooo... he's not.
The Flirt: In my reality I am.
Me: Oh please. In your reality, you're Hugh Hefner with the "superhero" power of being able to make any girl orgasm by looking at her.
The Flirt (to The Resident): I mean come on man, right? Screw flying and fuck being invisible. Why be invisible to slip into girls' locker rooms when they'll flock to you?
The Resident (laughing): Okay, well you guys have fun. Anon, I'll see you around yeah?
Me: Yeah.
First off... I'd like to say that I've never mentioned the existence of The Guitar Hero to The Resident. So unless The IFC Webmaster managed to coherently blurt this out despite being on painkillers... that was a total assumption. After that, The Flirt decided he was going to be super annoying too and started going off about The Resident. In any case, The Flirt had to go back for some Charter House pledge event and of course The Resident immediately said that he could drive me back if I didn't mind sticking around until he got off his shift in an hour. Really. And of course this was in front of The IFC Webmaster who just wanted company since people were busy getting ready for a Friday night and he was stuck in the hospital so of course he was totally all pro me staying. But I decided it was a bad idea and said that I needed to work on a lab assignment. I don't need to be in that awkward position where it's kind of a date but not.
Probably going to head back to the hospital in the next few days so we'll see what happens.
In any case, this kind of thing really makes you hug the people you love a lot more. After this week, I feel like everyone on The Row has been feeling like this... and not even just here at The University... on every campus what with the tragedy that hit USC last weekend too. My heart goes out to all of her sisters and everyone in the Greek community there. For the most part, I feel like everyone has gotten closer since we were so close to experiencing that here. The one thing is that this like coming together of The Row has really highlighted how stupid The Guitar Hero is being. He says that he's sad like everyone else but he keeps getting mad that I spent my free time this week either organizing the benefit or going to the hospital yet when I tell him to come with me, he won't. That's just incredibly frustrating to me. I don't know how much longer things are going to last with him because I'm getting tired of it. That and being single is just so much more fun.
On the light-hearted side... all this time at the hospital has caught the eye of a resident who decided that he would flirt with my by walking me around the different wards and explain medical conditions and procedure to me, but he'd always do this around some meal time so he could coincidentally invite me down to join him. He flirts so obviously. In fact, yesterday I went to the hospital with The Flirt and he decided to slip that "telltale assumption" into the conversation which went something like this:
The Resident: Oh hey... what's up? Good to see you in again today.
Me: Hey. Yeah just checking on The IFC Webmaster. Thought I'd bring him some movies to cheer him up.
The Resident (to The Flirt): Hi, I'm The Resident. Are you the boyfriend I've heard so much about?
The Flirt: Ye-
Me: Nooo... he's not.
The Flirt: In my reality I am.
Me: Oh please. In your reality, you're Hugh Hefner with the "superhero" power of being able to make any girl orgasm by looking at her.
The Flirt (to The Resident): I mean come on man, right? Screw flying and fuck being invisible. Why be invisible to slip into girls' locker rooms when they'll flock to you?
The Resident (laughing): Okay, well you guys have fun. Anon, I'll see you around yeah?
Me: Yeah.
First off... I'd like to say that I've never mentioned the existence of The Guitar Hero to The Resident. So unless The IFC Webmaster managed to coherently blurt this out despite being on painkillers... that was a total assumption. After that, The Flirt decided he was going to be super annoying too and started going off about The Resident. In any case, The Flirt had to go back for some Charter House pledge event and of course The Resident immediately said that he could drive me back if I didn't mind sticking around until he got off his shift in an hour. Really. And of course this was in front of The IFC Webmaster who just wanted company since people were busy getting ready for a Friday night and he was stuck in the hospital so of course he was totally all pro me staying. But I decided it was a bad idea and said that I needed to work on a lab assignment. I don't need to be in that awkward position where it's kind of a date but not.
Probably going to head back to the hospital in the next few days so we'll see what happens.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
And the exhaustion settles in
This past weekend has just been filled with tons of stress what with The IFC Webmaster getting into the accident and all the crap going on at The Guitar Hero's house.
The IFC Webmaster is going to be okay, but the other brother from The Freemason Fraternity is not in good shape. The doctors put him into a medically induced coma to try and limit brain damage, but we're not sure what's going to happen. We spent Sunday and Monday in emergency Panhell/IFC joint meetings to discuss the situation. Extra counselors are on hand now to be available to talk to people. The University Administration has sent out an email briefly explaining what happened... like anyone needed it... that news spread like wildfire through Greek Row.
This whole ordeal has just been even more stressful after The Guitar Hero just unnecessarily threw a fit over the weekend. He got mad that I was planning to leave the carnival/picnic early to go visit The IFC Webmaster in the hospital. I don't really see why he was even mad... it was his mother's fundraiser, not his. He insisted that he would drive me to his house and drive me back and then on Saturday, he wouldn't drive me to the hospital. What a fucking childish thing to do. So I called The Flirt and he came and picked me up which pissed off The Guitar Hero even more and went to the hospital. The IFC Webmaster looked pretty bad... he was bandaged everywhere and apparently broke some ribs and an arm.
The Flirt was pretty pissed at The Guitar Hero and for once, I agreed with him. He's just getting jealous and annoying about it because all I wanted to do was to visit a friend in the hospital.
The police are still conducting an investigation about what happened, but it seems like this other car had been driving erratically and they swerved to miss it, but hit another car. It just seems like a really messy case. Both The IFC Webmaster and the other Freemason bro were both completely sober at the time, but that didn't stop the fuckers at The University Daily Paper to say that "it wasn't known if alcohol common to Greek life was in the brothers' systems." Uh objection. It was known. Alcohol wasn't a factor, at least not on their part and there are blood panels and urine samples to back that up. Seriously people need to stop painting Greeks as drunkards who are responsible for these kinds of injuries and accidents.
Going back to the hospital later today to cheer The IFC Webmaster up. I'll probably try to sneak him some contraband food... a break form all the hospital food.
The IFC Webmaster is going to be okay, but the other brother from The Freemason Fraternity is not in good shape. The doctors put him into a medically induced coma to try and limit brain damage, but we're not sure what's going to happen. We spent Sunday and Monday in emergency Panhell/IFC joint meetings to discuss the situation. Extra counselors are on hand now to be available to talk to people. The University Administration has sent out an email briefly explaining what happened... like anyone needed it... that news spread like wildfire through Greek Row.
This whole ordeal has just been even more stressful after The Guitar Hero just unnecessarily threw a fit over the weekend. He got mad that I was planning to leave the carnival/picnic early to go visit The IFC Webmaster in the hospital. I don't really see why he was even mad... it was his mother's fundraiser, not his. He insisted that he would drive me to his house and drive me back and then on Saturday, he wouldn't drive me to the hospital. What a fucking childish thing to do. So I called The Flirt and he came and picked me up which pissed off The Guitar Hero even more and went to the hospital. The IFC Webmaster looked pretty bad... he was bandaged everywhere and apparently broke some ribs and an arm.
The Flirt was pretty pissed at The Guitar Hero and for once, I agreed with him. He's just getting jealous and annoying about it because all I wanted to do was to visit a friend in the hospital.
The police are still conducting an investigation about what happened, but it seems like this other car had been driving erratically and they swerved to miss it, but hit another car. It just seems like a really messy case. Both The IFC Webmaster and the other Freemason bro were both completely sober at the time, but that didn't stop the fuckers at The University Daily Paper to say that "it wasn't known if alcohol common to Greek life was in the brothers' systems." Uh objection. It was known. Alcohol wasn't a factor, at least not on their part and there are blood panels and urine samples to back that up. Seriously people need to stop painting Greeks as drunkards who are responsible for these kinds of injuries and accidents.
Going back to the hospital later today to cheer The IFC Webmaster up. I'll probably try to sneak him some contraband food... a break form all the hospital food.
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