My kitchen right now is made up of two huge mattresses. The two people on these mattress are on complete opposite ends. Lets call them Helga and Clayton, mainly because those are their legit names.
I'm stuck in the middle of these two extremely drunk people who are talking about how shitty they feel, cool. If I wake up to someone throwing up on me, shit's going to get real. I've never had so many people crammed in my res room, before tonight. I've never had residence assistance knock on my doors to take beer bottles. My room is a mess and all I can taste is cheese and crackers; I'm probably going to have a nosebleed tomorrow. Is it Monday at 6 pm yet?