Just a quick update to let everyone know that I haven't slipped into an alcohol-induced coma or anything. Although I just might do that any minute now, seeing as how I am drunk as hell at the moment. I've had such a productive summer. Really. Or not.
I've been spending more time at this one bar, Tucks, than I have at home or anywhere else these days. It's my favorite college bar in the city. Notice I say "college bar," because there are much better bars and clubs around here, but I can't walk into any other bar and know everyone in the place, like I can here.
The Jarred situation improved considerably after my last post. His birthday was last week, and we all went out to celebrate. He got appropriately wasted, and I ended up driving him home, and didn't come back to my house until the next morning. Let's just leave it at that. I'm such a shameless whore sometimes, but I proved my point to Travis, who up until that point didn't believe me when I told him that I could get any guy I wanted. I told you I was having a productive summer.
It's really a shame that I managed to snag such an attractive guy and I can already see myself getting bored with him. But really, why should I be interested in a guy like him when I could be madly in love with a guy who does things like calls me over and over insisting that I meet him at TJs, the night after we've slept together, only for me to show up at TJs and find him ignoring me because he's brought another girl there? Aaron is such a classy guy, is all I'm saying.
Speaking of whom, he and three other guys just bought this fantastic house down the street from my apartment in Baton Rouge. My grades are so not going up next semester.
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.
