H3h3 hello world. I've completely messed up this time, and I hope this isn't a foreshadowing of what life is going to be like in college.
So I thought I'd be accepted to Leadership Week and then I was. Well I totally forgot to RSVP so they took me off the leadership team. The only reason I even signed up for that was to have something with the word "leadership" in it for my resume to apply for the Business Honors program next year :/
Clubbing after Tara's bollywood grad party didn't actually happen (lol who would've EVEN guessed...) BUT I had an absolutely great time dancing my ass off to trippy Indian music and drunk Indian aunts and uncles. Oh my goodness I felt so awkward and shit in the beginning because literally everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, was freaking Indian. Brown skin, brown eyes, fucking saris. Even Alice came in with a sari on and she's asian! If I were to count the number of non-Indians there...hmmm, me, Alice and.......Emma. Want to know another fun fact? We're all some sort of Asian. Regardless of racial diversity or lack thereof, I had a fun time ruining my low-carb, low-sugar diet and proceeded to eat weird dough balls soaked in some milk and honey and then some kind of cake made of mashed carrot. Then we ate Tara's face, which had been silkscreened on her freaking grad cake. I thought this was hilarious. It was also fucking hilarious when her cousin smashed a plate of it into her face ^^ The whole thing got even better when Tara's uncle was like "Wait, can we do this again? I didn't catch it on tape."
I had my ego stroked a bit when this girl asked me if I was a dancer because apparently I was dancing REALLY well. Hehe, that made me feel good. Going to the gym is SO worth it guys, because you fucking NEED abs if you want to be able to dance or move and exude PURE SEXINESS.
Yesterday night, Rob, Andre, Adrian and I were going to go clubbing at Rain but lo and behold no one wants 18 year olds in their clubs or bars on a fucking MONDAY night. Lesson learned, we headed to my first ever real hookah bar experience at Kasbah! AND OMG there was this really ripped guy who just picked up our coals and replaced the metal on top with his bare hands. Let me reiterate: bare hands. By the way, this whole time I had been walking around downtown in a skimpy clubbing outfit. I mean, I looked good, I was skinny, I had curves, my makeup looked good. Even Rob said he really liked my outfit and he's totally metro. One of the workers at Kasbah hit on me a little. He just commented on how "interesting my outfit was;" turns out he goes to UT and is part of a fraternity that partners with the Sweethearts. I'm going to join them either this fall or spring....omg....he was really hot.
I took a lot of pictures of Vanessa before and Vanessa now. She's healing up really well and all.
Joell is back in the states now yippeeeeeeee. I'm not surprised to hear about her little...transition to the other side. And she's staying there :)
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