I had a lovely time last night. I talked to Birthday Boy Bill and Sexy Mexy Jenn last night on the phone and I got to talk to Damian too! He was precious Jenn. But anyways, I suck at three-way phone calls, cause all I do is talk over people and I'm deaf, so it's hard for me to hear what everyone is saying. Not that I don't enjoy our phone time though! I do, I really do. We just need something like a video phone conference, or whatever those are, so we can see each other and in my mind it would be easier somehow. So you guys go out and buy a video phone, and we'll work from there. After the phone call, and narrowly missing being hit by a frisbee numerous times, I was with friends drinking some kids house, then from there we went to this huge ass party down the street. Our football team had won its game earlier, so everyone was out celebrating. I proceeded to get extremely drunk there and made an ass out of myself. When I get drunk, I want to talk to everyone and anyone. There was this guy there, Tyler I later found out, who was wearing a cowboy hats. Now I live in Illinois, and who the fuck wears cowboy hats here? It isn't Texas goddamnit. But Tyler was a fun guy. Somehow I ended up asking him if he had seen the movie Napoleon Dynamite, and surprisingly he had. That got me really excited for some reason, because that is the best movie ever, and started reciting lines with him. Then I insisted that he call me Pedro the rest of the night (Pedro is a character in the movie) and take down my number so that he could call me tomorrow. I just remember saying (probably yelling) "Put my name in there as Pedro!! Not Katie, put it as Pedro goddamnit!" I have no idea why I wanted him to call me so bad, he wasn't even cute, I guess I just want to make a friend who wears cowboy hats. So mission accomplished, I can cross Cowboy Hat Wearer off my list of friends that I need. Not that I expect him to call me by any means, I don't think he even went to school here, but it would be funny if he did.
When I'm in class, I probably come off as a normal, quiet girl, or something along those lines. So I hate when I see people in my classes at a party when I'm drunk. I'm kind of friends with this guy in my Poli Sci class, well not really good friends because I didn't even know his name until last night, but we always sit next to each other and make small talk. When I saw him last night, I was yelling, "Pols class buddy!! The guy with Chicago on his jersey!" to get his attention, because once again, I didn't know his name yet. When he finally looked at me, we acted like we were long lost friends reunited after 25 years. We hugged and were like "Holy shit how are you! What's going on!" His name is Greg, FYI, incase you were wondering. It'sd going to be great seeing Greg in class Monday. I'm going to feel like a huge assrammer. Maybe I can just pretend I don't remember seeing him.
After we left the party, we visited the neighbors and ordered food because me and Emjo were starvin marvin. I think I talked to Jenn for a little bit again and then went to bed and slept til 3:30. Goddamn do I have the life. I'm going to take a shower in a few minutes and go do the same thing all over again. Emily doesn't want to drink that much though. She just wants to "hang out". What the fuck Emily, you better get drunk with me tonight, or I'll get drunker than I've ever been and really embarass you, which you know is my speciallty when I'm drunk. I dont know why I said all that like she reads this, becuase she doesn't. My friend Julie just called me and shes coming up here from St. Louis to see Dylan with me. Fuck yeah Julie. She's my Dylan concert buddy, we've seen him 6 times together. Ok, time to get ready bitches. Have a beer on me tonight.