At LSU, there is always something going on. Wednesday night I was legitimately doing homework, but Nick had told me that Travis had bought a bottle of everclear and mixed it with Sprite and Gatorade. So when I walked downstairs to get a book out of my car, I passed Travis and Brandon's room on the way and couldn't help but go in to see how they were doing. And before I knew it, I was too involved in the party to go back to my own room.
Making mixed drinks with Everclear can be just as dangerous as shooting it straight. Travis managed to make his drinks that night so that you literally could not taste the alcohol at all. So everyone just kept drinking it, unaware of how hard it was going to hit them later. Travis couldn't stand up by the end of the night. Brandon and Brian somehow made their way to the basement of the dorm next to ours, and started tearing down posters - why, I have no idea - and got written up by that dorm's RA for public intoxication. All on a Wednesday night. Honestly.
Last night at Reggie's, I at least had the sense to turn down the Everclear shots I was being offered. The problem is that they were quickly replaced with shots of 151, and pretty soon I was the one who was practically incapable of standing up. Sometime after Reggie's closed (I still don't understand that concept - bars closing. In New Orleans, the bars don't close until everyone leaves.), we ended up at Brightside apartments in the hot tub. None of us live at Brightside, but we stayed in their hot tub until the sun came up. I vaguely remember having the same conversation with this guy Derek, who was just as drunk as me, over and over again because neither of us realized at the time that we'd already has the same discussion multiple times. I aklso remember refusing to sit down because I wanted to keep my new $95 swimsuit looking new - until someone pulled one of the pool's lounge chairs into the hot tub. Natalia missed all of this - she blacked out and had to be carried back to her apartment.
Holy shit. I really need to stop drinking on Thursday nights. And Wednesday nights, for that matter. And this weekend, I have big parties to go to on Friday and Saturday....
I somehow managed to recover from Friday's Hangover from Hell. It wasn't easy, though.
I went home this weekend. That whole not drinking again until spring break thing did not happen. I got plastered at a parade today. With my mom. It was interesting. Who am I to turn down a free gallon of daiquiris, really? Saying no to something like that just isn't an option.
We went to The Dock afterwards and got crawfish. They weren't the greatest, and they sadly did not come with potatoes(!!!), but I've been craving them for a month now, so I'm quite content.
I have quite a bit of homework to do, and not a lot of time to do it. But procrastinating until the very last possible minute is just how I do things.
I would like to tell you what I did last night. The problem, though, is that I don't remember the majority of the night.
I remember that for some stupid reason, Natalia, Leslie, Sarah, and I decided to wear costume hats out to Reggie's. Talia's was a police hat, Leslie's was a cowboy hat, Sarah's was an army hat, and I was a sailor. I remember drinking a lot of Bacardi before we left, and I remember standing in a very long line to get into the bar. I remember Justin Vincent handing me a shot of Everclear, and Natalia handing me a shot of 151, and Sarah handing me another shot of Everclear. I remember waking up in Leslie's bed this morning.
Okay, here's a question: Why do people drink Everclear? Seriously, shooting it straight is like shooting rubbing alcohol. It honestly hurt drinking it. And it royally fucked me up. That is going on my "Never Drinking Again" list right under tequila.
(By this, I mean I'll never drink it straight again. I couldn't live without Hand Grenades from Bourbon Street, which have lots of Everclear but enough melon liqueur and whatever else they put in them to not taste like liquid death.)
This morning I stumbled into my dorm room and moaned to Elise, "I'm not drinking again for a very long time."
Without missing a beat, she told me, "Spring break is in two weeks."
I miss my Sunday night Sex and the City rituals. A lot.
I used to compare my relationship with Aaron to Carrie's relationship with Mr. Big. He made the same comparison too, once. The way they kept leaving and moving on to other people, but still managed to find their way back to one another every few months - it was so us. Funny thing about it is his nickname with his friends is "Biggie" - but that's an entirely different story.
Speaking of whom... I just found out that he and Erica are going to be staying in the same hotel as me for spring break. Splendid, right? I'm finally fine with them being together, but that doesn't mean I want to look at it for a week in Panama City.
Everyone in the damn country is on spring break this week, it would seem. Except for me. Mine doesn't start until April 3rd. I guess that's what we Louisiana kids get for having Mardi Gras break a few weeks before everyone else has spring break. Damn.
After several weeks of debating and several coin tosses, I decided to return to the blonde look. So today I headed back to New Orleans for an 11 AM hair appointment. Four hours later, my hair had been bleached four times, my natural roots were blindingly white, my scalp was burning with excrutiating pain from exposure to far too many chemicals, and the rest of my hair was still bright red.
Okay, so in the last 6 months, here is what I have learned:
1. Natural reheads are the luckiest people on earth.
2. Artificially red hair is extremely high-maintenance.
3. Natural blondes are pretty damn lucky too, provided they don't do something irreversible to it.
4. Red hair dye should come with a big warning: Attention! You are about to alter your appearance for the rest of your life. Unless you want black hair after this, and even that will be difficult.
It's actually going to be okay - the red faded a little, and Denise dyed the roots to match the lighter red. In 3 weeks we will bleach it again. We will also add strawberry-blonde highlights, and very soon I will have worked my way up to being a full-fledged blonde again.
But oh my Lord, you would not believe the pain I was in by noon. I had no idea pain of that nature existed. There are a few scabs on my scalp, no joke, and I have to put some moisturizing crap on my hair every day to keep it from falling out. If I'd had any idea reverting from red to blonde would be this difficult, I would have never started this hair color game.
I think I have lost interest in dating. How exactly is that possible? During Mardi Gras, I walked out on Ryan while we were fooling around. I give out a fake phone number to all of the boys I meet these days. Even visiting Chris bores me. Something has to be wrong with me - how can I fix it?
Aaron and Erica are back together. It's okay, though, because I've come to expect these things from him. I honestly just can't bring myself to care. It's funny, though, because my first reflex when I saw him leaving her apartment was to be really angry. It's so easy to avoid dealing with my actual feelings by focusing them into anger. I think that's why I was so upset a few weeks ago - he was so understanding and sincere about his feelings for me that I didn't have anything to be angry about anymore, and I didn't know how to deal with that.
I still care about him, of course, but not in the same way. I know better than to hope for a future with him. He'll always mean worlds to me, though, because he is an incredible person and we had some really incredible experiences. But it finally feels completely natural to be free of him. I'm glad we have some closure now; I really needed that.
So I've moved on - to being happily single. I don't understand this concept at all. These days I would seriously rather be doing my chemistry homework than meeting new boys. This is not normal behavior for me. At all. Someone help me.
nicole: 19-year-old LSU sophomore. biochemistry, pre-med. native new orleanian. starbucks barista. borderline alcoholic. addicted to facebook, red bull and vodka, and college football. a little neurotic, extremely indecisive, and often irresponsible.
At LSU, there is always something going on. Wednesday night I was legitimately doing homework, but Nick had told me that Travis had bought a bottle of everclear and mixed it with Sprite and Gatorade. So when I walked downstairs to get a book out of my car, I passed Travis and Brandon's room on the way and couldn't help but go in to see how they were doing. And before I knew it, I was too involved in the party to go back to my own room.
I somehow managed to recover from Friday's Hangover from Hell. It wasn't easy, though.
I miss my Sunday night Sex and the City rituals. A lot.
I think I have lost interest in dating. How exactly is that possible? During Mardi Gras, I walked out on Ryan while we were fooling around. I give out a fake phone number to all of the boys I meet these days. Even visiting Chris bores me. Something has to be wrong with me - how can I fix it?
