do it, do it, do it now. Meet Starbucks.

Hello all. I'm Starbucks, the third piece to this puzzle. I hope to offer a little clarity, wit, and certainly more wild stories to this blog. I came to school expecting to be pretty miserable without my friends, family, and creature comforts of home. Luckily, it's been rather the opposite - I've been having the time of my life. There is so much to do and see and drink in and LIVE. It's amazing...
All the stereotypes are true. The parties /are/ that wild, if not wilder. Kids get wasted, kids fuck, kids skip or forget to go to class, kids gossip, kids live and learn. Check, check, check, check, check.
Long live the good life.

Bambi dishes on latest happenings - leather, rubber, and beer oh my!

OMG SUUCH A GOOD NIGHT! 6TH DAY IN A ROW C AND I GOT DRUNK TOGETHER! NOT TO MENTION THE BEST SEX OF MY LIFE, HOT INDIE KIDS IN LEATHER, KICKING ASS AT BEER PONG, AND SEEING A HALF POUND OF WEED! after spending the day at the beach and working on my histoy paper all afternoon i was ready to KICK ITTT! we mexi-packed the lincoln, me, S, C, J, F, K, K,and T to a crazy leather and rubber themed party! the moment we got there we were whisked into the kitchen where we made mixed drinks (dr pepper and vodka) and flirted with the throngs of cute indie boys. and who should happen to show up but Quentin, the hot senior film major who has had a thing for C ever since she made out intensely with him (while drunk of course) on a bed in the middle of a crowded party. what can i say, C knows how to drive men crazy and leave em wanting more! C, who has endless options in the man department, had been blowing off poor Quentin every time he begged to hang out (he offered to get us into a kick-ass bar, take us to frat parties, ect) and now here he was, looking suave as hell! i try my best not to die laughing as i caught C's eye and we exchanged an awww-shitt-what-the-fuck look. when C bails out of the kitchen to dance with some hot guys in the living room, i talk to Quentin who reveals, not at all surprisingly, that he still is dying to do C and that people have been talking about the crazy incident at the party ever since. i told Quentin of course he had a chance tho i didnt believe a word i was saying (at that very moment C was dancing with A, a hot guy from honors house, while ignoring the other A's ceaseless calls) to put it lightly, he didnt have the slightest speck of a chance with the epicly in-demand C!

i was pretty drunk when who should call but my sexy as hell man Jack. to my surprise he wanted to meet me at the party, telling me that hed been busy the night before selling a pound and a half if weed and getting ridiculously fucked up) so after getting seriously lost due to my sucky directions involving telling him to turn down one-way streets, he finally showed up, blunt in one hand, huge bottle of patron in the other and preceded to do shots in the kitchen between kissing me and smoking his blunt. after chilling for a while the group i was with decide to hit up a frat party and J and i head back to his apartment in the quad. im drunk as hell and now im being annoying as FUCK but cant stop talking anyway. J and his friend A go up to another apartment to play pong for awhile, fuck around with his roommate brian, i video him playing guitar and singing, and finally head to bed. bed was short-lived tho sadly as J had to pick up his other drunk roommate at some other party. he finally came back to bed at 4 and we stayed up till 6...

i hate being dressed up cause waking home in a silk mini dress makes the walk of shame way too conspicuous!


the night before was pretty epic as well... the highpoints? C kicking ass at flip cup, hitting up a ridiculous jungle-themed party, C making out with some random dude and me picture documenting it, me fleeing for my purity from yet another party and hiking down the road at 3am, completely lost, flagging down some random guy and getting him to drive me halfway home , and finally sus rescuing me (story of my life!) and, inevitably, me leaving J a drunken message somehting along the lines of "baaaaby i miiiis u! where r u???!!??? drunk me wants to see u! come get me NOOOOOW!"

yeeeeep! i kneeeew! IM A DUMBASS!

Introducing Tequila!!!

I'm Tequila and I am a freshman in college. Yeah, everyone told me that freshman year sucks because you go from being top dog in high school to being nobody in college. That is so untrue! People love freshman... and there are many theories why that is true. My friend X, says that its because we are "fresh meat" and haven't been had by everyone on campus... yet. But girls like freshman because they remember what it was like to be the new guy who dosen't know anyone... thank God I have M and S (Bambi and Starbucks). (Not S and M... sorry, corny joke but I wrote "S & M sleepover" in my planner and my mom had to inform me that it looked strange...haha)So anyway, thank God for my girls because I know they have my back, even when I leave empty beer cans in their car, (sorry S!) or make a complete ass of myself (more on that later) and we always have the best time hanging out. Plus- at least one of us, ALWAYS has a hook-up! So college, watch out! We are comming!

Sooooooo, some brief facts about me-
* I am insanely messy
* I have horrific spelling
* I am single
* I have been in love and never really got over it
* I am a singer in a band
* I hate to pay for alcohol... X says that I would "suck a dick for a cup" at a kegger- not true! I just flirt- works like a charm.
* I hate it when guys text me- grow some balls and call, how hard is it to pick up the phone to talk? People are loosing their social skills in this day and age
* I am a honors student... haha
* I think accents are insanely sexy- like Bambi likes talented men
* I partied every night the first week of school except one night when my car broke down and we had to get a taxi back to campus...
* I hate it when guys start to talk in "the tone"- more on this later

So, I better go and get on my school work, after all, you do actually have to work in college- just not ALL the time.
... And do some damage control after my guy friend texted me last night "I wanna fuck you so bad right now" followed with some "you're super gorgeous but i'm not like that. I don't want to be that guy"... hmmmmmmm, what to do, when a nice person screws up and makes everything akward... more on this later... much more

Bambi - a she-wolf in the closet..?

sooo i hope he calls! even just a text would be nice even though he is inherently a caller, one of the qualities i totally love in him as most guys prefer to text which is totally impersonal... not that my behavior last night warrants a call, i pretty much made a complete fool of myself AGAIN, but one can dream right?? basically it went like this..

after bellydance and a quick dinner, C blew off her spanish homework and i put off that history paper another night to go to a kegger J was having (this of course being the 4th night in row C and i got drunk) and i scored a free cup (yeah doing your dealer deff has benefits) and, as i am a complete light-weight, i was drunk pretty quick. here my memory gets hazzy.. i kno i listened to J, A, and some other guys play music which was awesome cause i havent really heard J play since the night we met when he played eric clapton's "u look beautiful tonight" and i just love talented men....talent = total hot points! but i digress... i listened to them play, kept drinking, smoked a blunt, talked to some frat boys, and then J decided we should head back to his apartment in the quad and i jumped into someone's car with J and B. when we arrived i realized id left everything at the party, my keys, cell phone, car, and oh yeah, MY BEST FRIEND! i get whiney and annoying when i drink so J and B were all too happy to journey back to the party and get my shit for me (well except for my bff C who i later found out ditched her new man, A to go home with some frat boys...). then some verrry fun times went down and i slept over at J's and woke up just in time to walk-of-shame it back to the dorm and make it to class, a bit hung over, in desperate need of caffeine, not knowing where my best friend was, having all her stuff in my car, and totally freaking.

What i texted sus in response to "Roomate's leaving so I can bring T back to my room - oh my jesus christ I'm terrified. Ahh I need luck right about now" ?

--> "u dnt need luck theres a fucking she-wolf in the closet! u r the man girrrlffriend dont forget it! shell love that u kno what and wont smoke a cig when ur done cause shes a girrrl and has feeeelings"

WTF?? LOL!