“what fresh hell is this?!”
although, less of a hell, more of just a very confusing situation. last night was perhaps one of the most soap opera drama filled of my college career. power hour with michael – off to a potentially dramatic start. not too bad, i finished a baltika in under an hour. didn’t quite feel it. moved on to some small apartment party with like ten girls and a dude. drew and i played beer pong. i won our second game singlehandedly, hitting every cup. it was so fucking epic. then michael and i reconciled our issues. bro-hugs and whatnot. then emily shows up, followed by victoria. immediately, ian sherwood bounces. michael and i exchange raised eyebrows. victoria bounces. everything gets a little weirder. i get a lot drunker. the night progresses in a similar vein.