So what has your newly 20 year old Tricia been doing? Going on many adventures filled with hi jinx. I can tell you that. But you shouldn't except any less from me. But let me warn you, this entry is HELLA GRAPHIC INTENSE. FO' SHO.
Though where my last entry left off, is a little bit before than. It was the weekend of Melody's birthday. She had a birthday party, and it was a lot of fun. We're both Aquarius babes. There was a penis cake. There were a lot of strange people there that neither Melo or I knew. So, obviously the answer to that problem is to get pretty drunk. It was a good party overall. It was nice to see people I hadn't seen in awhile.
Melo's Party Pictures:
Despite the fact that I get fucked, I will never get passed a mild penis-phobia. I could not bring myself to eat the cake.
The next day we celebrated Michael's father's birthday. We went to this really intense restaurant in Philadelphia. It was nice, because it made me feel excepted by the family, who not so long ago shunned the fuck out of your poor little blogess. The food was delicious. What was the down side? The food was little never ending. If you finished a plate, they brought you another and another. Just thinking about it makes me feel ill. It was seriously my worst nightmare. I like, went outside and cried. There must have been almonds in something though, because I got really sick. Later that night we went to Jordan's. I am pretty sure, we watched something retarded. But that is kind of typical.
Michael's Father's birthday pictures: Then it was Valentines Day. My favorite holiday. <3 style="text-align: center;">This is the cake I made from scratch for Michael. Trust me folks, this cake was not a lie.
Happy Birthday to Me~~ So what happened in my birthday? I had two birthday parties, because my birthday deserves more than one obviously.
The first one was in the good old Brunz. It was at my dorm We had 4 cases, lots of vodka, and rum. It was an amazing party. There was cake, lots of goods, snacks, music, anime, and drunkenness. A lot of my friends got so blasted that the barely made it home. Zachary made this fucking juice, that he always drink but doesn't stand up well with other people. This wack drink, that has vodka and koolaid and sugar in it. It is pretty wack, but he made an entire fucking bowl of it. It decimated anyone who got in it's way. Luckily to my knowledge no one got sick. Yet there was necking, drama, and sexy dancing. There was also a lot of fun. What more would you except from a party I hosted?
I feel bad because my birthday party was the catalyst to my good friend Laura's demise. The boy she brought with her like freaked the fuck out, barrel rolled out of her car a bazillion times, punched in the head 5 times, and got taken in by the police 3 times. This is a public sorry to Laura. Love you.
Birthday Pictures:
Don't be jealous cause we're in love.
Yeah, we're like that.
The Lovely LOVELY pinyta (sp?) Amanda and Gina got me.
^This is the mother fucker that went nuts. SCARY SCARY.
The next day Michael, Zachary, and I got into the car and drove to brick. My gore party was really interesting. Though everyone showed up hella late. It was over all a success though not much to talk about.
The follow week or so, I got really sick, I am still getting over it as I write this blog. I was really unable to do anything. It sucked. I missed a good amount of class. I also got hella drunk as often as I could, because I couldn't deal with being so sick. Michael also didn't come because he was a punk ass wimp bitch. Luff him though, he just needs to toughen the fuck up. I ended up getting really drunk, watching Scarecrow Slayer, running around with a plunger, and being really angry. I fucked the shit out of some snowmen. I also went to a few parties, where I continued my drunken antics. Including spilling all over Alex's rug(sorry Alex). I am quickly becoming a little alcoholic, aren't I? Oh well, thats the way the cookie crumbles. What is college for, if it isn't for education and drinking Thursday - Saturday?
It was one of my finer weeks, tru tru for srs.
The last weekend of February was spent at Michael's house. I was still on steroids and pmsing, so in all honesty I didn't have the greatest time.
Joe, Michael, and I saw country for old men. It wasn't my cup of tea, but it was a good film.
Saturday was REALLY WEIRD. Because Michael had a bunch of people over his house to get drunk...but so did he little(ie 16) sister. I felt really awkward. At least watching 22+ men react to 17- girls is pretty funny. Oh the allure of Jail bait.And Michael stopped me from drinking heavily to get drunk enough not to feel awkward. So I was just trying to be as nice as I could. I don't know........the entire situation made me feel funny. I had an over all nice time though. Shit happened, not much. There were jelly beens had. The pictures are most interesting than anything else.
Joe + Banana's = ???
Thats it really it for now. Sorry for the graphic intense nature of this post. There were too many pics, and too little words to get all fancy with it. I had midterms coming up, so you probably won't hear from me until I am spring break Cool things probably won't happen to me anyway until then, so it works out. See you.
March 15th-March 23rd I have Spring Break. So holla at your girl.
So what has your newly 20 year old Tricia been doing? Going on many adventures filled with hi jinx. I can tell you that. But you shouldn't except any less from me. But let me warn you, this entry is HELLA GRAPHIC INTENSE. FO' SHO.
Despite the fact that I get fucked, I will never get passed a mild penis-phobia. I could not bring myself to eat the cake.
The next day we celebrated Michael's father's birthday. We went to this really intense restaurant in Philadelphia. It was nice, because it made me feel excepted by the family, who not so long ago shunned the fuck out of your poor little blogess. The food was delicious. What was the down side? The food was little never ending. If you finished a plate, they brought you another and another. Just thinking about it makes me feel ill. It was seriously my worst nightmare. I like, went outside and cried. There must have been almonds in something though, because I got really sick. Later that night we went to Jordan's. I am pretty sure, we watched something retarded. But that is kind of typical.
This is the cake I made from scratch for Michael. Trust me folks, this cake was not a lie.
