Glitter on the Floor

I swear, I am going to experience all of the stereotypical "college experiences" before I even get through my first semester here.

Two weeks, clubbing, drinking, partying.

Let me put this in perspective. Just think of the movie Tangled - cutest movie alive. .. well .. it's not really alive, but you understand. I am the real life version of Rapunzel (bless you), minus the obnoxiously long hair, and creepy family situation. In high school I was locked in a tower of band kids, not doing anything out of the comfort zone. Our parties included Apples to Apples, frisbee, ice cream, the works. When I finally escaped from my tower, I felt the grass, the dirt. Holy buckets, I felt the grass, the dirt.

Clubbing: My roommates and I thought it would be fun to go out and go dancing and "have a good time". (I'm going to use code names, it'll make me feel cooler. My short roommate, who recently moved out, so she's not really my roommate anymore.. oh well, she shall be named Myrtle. My tall, still roommate, roommate shall be named Richardson). Myrtle has gone clubbing before and drove us to her favorite. Which happened to be the only club she's ever been to. We pulled up to this .. place. A bunch of sweaty old men were standing outside, with a cop for a bouncer. After we passed the intimidating officer we had to pay ten dollars to get in to the old house (just as a heads up, don't ever spend ten dollars to go to a club. that's a bad sign). I'll save you the sob story of creepy men attempting to dance with me. It was scary as .. a scary place. It felt like a middle school dance with drunk 30 year old men and chubby women in minimal clothing. Never again.

Partying: I baby sat Richardson.

Drinking: Nobody warned me how awful it would burn my nose. It is also very easy to trick drunk people. And very amusing. "I love you, Molly!" "No, I love Molly!" "I love Molly most!" Why thank you, Richardson, Giraffe, and Conformist (Giraffe and Conformist are my new party friends .. yay). But not all bad things came out of that night. I met some really nice girls. We bonded through our hipsterness. I sure hope you know what a Hipster is. I might have to make a whole new post about that, though. They are usually wearing Toms and scarves. That will get you through to my next post, yes? Yes.

I miss Connor.

Band kid party. Quelf. My tower. Molly, Anders, Connor. And the creeper ginger in the back is Tony.