Current location:	my dorm kitchen
Current mood:	sore
Current music:	none
Entry tags:	adventures, clubbing (and not baby seals), i feel pretty, lack of sleep has become my life, lolz, ramblings, rl, what's cooler than being cool?, woo, wtf

In the club...
...if you can call it that.


My roommate and I and her friends went to Jupiter tonight after the game, which is like a...bar...club...thing. Idk. I'd never been in before, so at least it had novelty. Now, compared to Korea, it was kinda more bar-status, but then again I'm comparing things like NB and COCOON and Answer and stuff. I'm underage so I got sharpie dragged across the backs of my hands to make sure I didn't buy anything other than soda and water. Not like it matters, it washes off really easy if you go straight to the bathroom. But I'm a good girl, so I don't do that.




I needed some fun since I haven't been out to a bar/club since K-land, and it was fun at least. This international guy from mexico kept hitting on me and I did not want to dance with him lol. So I sucked down my water in order to "go get a refill", aka, "gtf away from u". When I was at the bar there was this blonde dude named James (my brother's name, go figure) who was like "whatever she's having, it's on me."


Thanks, James, for buying me a nice, cold....free water refill?


Haha. Oh well. He didn't know. I just smiled and left hahaha. But then later we saw each other again, and James started talking about his jet? idefk. Apparently, his dad has jets. Or something. And he lives in Florida and has a condo in LA. It's too bad I wasn't attracted to him, because I would so hit him up for a ride to NY or something.

But for the record, no, I would not object to having him take me to LA on the holidays in his jet because that is one $150 ticket I don't have to pay for. Even if it meant having to kiss him to be nice.

Hey, that is $150. Don't you judge me. :|


Agustine, the mexican guy, got me a kamikaze and that was good, but...like. All sour syrup, barely any alcohol. Meanwhile schm0use is pounding back tequila after tequila.



I had a tequila itch and someone needed to scratch it.
...It didn't get scratched.
:(



BUT the BEST part of the night, and also the most hilarious, was this totally drunk guy wandered past me while I was at the bar, and looked at me for a second, and then HELD OUT A DOLLAR BILL. I didn't know what to do, so I took it and smiled.






....I FEEL LIKE A WHORE?! LOL. LIKE. SOMEONE JUST UPS AND GIVES ME MONEY? WHY DON'T YOU JUST STICK IT DOWN MY SHIRT WHILE YOU'RE AT IT HAHAHA.


idefk.


Drinks were a dollar each that night, so I guess it was his way of buying me one. But still, lol, wtf. wtf?? w.t.f. idgi. (I didn't buy a drink, I pocketed that sucker. I need gas money, shut up.)










Anyways, what I learned today was that guys with jets will skeez on you, so will mexicans, and if you're looking pretty that night, people give you money.

Now that is a damn good lesson.
and I still have a tequila itch.


(oh also, I have a ginormous blister that hurts, and never eat taco bell, because you will get the runs.)