Only at the UofC

[Edited mucho-lots in italics to cure lots of not-making-senseness. I might as well have been drunk when I wrote this. Teaches me to just write things in her randomly for the sake of having something written down for a particular day.]

So, you know I've got to write about this. Even though there are bound to be strange assumptions and whatnot from random people reading thing. (Yes, because everyone that reads this just knows that I'm going to randomly go out to a frat party and get drunk. Yup. That's it exactly. Why would I assume that people would assume this? Because my mind is stupid sometimes, that's why). I often forget that people still remember that this thing exists. But oh well, I must write.

So, I'm still branded. Yes, I went to my first frat party ever last night. It wasn't nearly as horrible as it could've been... but that's mostly because a good half of the freshman guys on our floor rushed this year, and they're nice enough to give me Sprit and grenadine when I ask. (And they're the nicer half of the freshman guys.. for some inexplicable reason. Ok, so to explain further why I went... no one else was going to be on my floor at all. Even my usual sober-partners (those that don't go to sleep at 11) were there, because we're a weird close little group of first-years.) So, I'm standing in this crowded apartment with a bunch of miscellaneous upper-10%-of-the-country college students as they're swilling expensive mixed drinks and beer at this bizarre frat party run by a bunch of nerds, that's a part of the frat Dub-yah belonged to. (Not saying the dubyah bit is relevant... just interesting. I bet his Yale-chapter was a lot weirder than this one. Our dekes are on the outskirts even here. Though, they did manage to spend more than a thousand dollars on alcohol. Stupid blasted rich kids!) DKE... delta kappa epsilon. What the heck? What a strange, strange place I've gotten myself into. (Strange mostly because of other things. Frats might make it almost normal... It was funny how the party was pretty much exactly like college was supposed to look, only, even while drunk, many of the people were far more anti-social than the norm. There was one room lit completely by black lights and this strange disco-ball type thing, and there was bad music blasting. Horrific). Though, I do believe that I finally got a lot of people to stop bugging me about not drinking (mostly because a lot of them thought grenadine was alcoholic). Woohoo! (Unfortunately, the people that I didn't let think I was actually drinking have just seen my brief foray into the college party scene as the first step towards destroying my wall of innocence and sobriety. Shame the party only reinforced my fear of drunks, ect. Not really fear so much as complete lack of respect for. That's what screws with my mind so much... I respect these people as being intelligent 5 or 6 days out of the week. Darn all of them.)

Though, I am the one that feels really sick this morning. Why?? (Because I'm stupid and not careful enough not to catch my roomie's cold that she brought back from Wisconsin. Not that hard to explain, non? I was so hoping that I'd get through first quarter without being sick. And this cold is the worst kind... just the really really annoying symptoms. Maybe it'll actually force me to bed early tonight, though.)