In high school I was never in the cool crowd. I mean I was never a loser either, but I was never too cool. I was middle class all the way. I hung (or hanged) with the theater kids and moved at my own well dressed pace. I never drank or excessively hooked up (only once), I made good grades and whatnot. Point being, I was a good kid.
Until last night at the St. Patrick's Day party. I got drunk, hooked up with a guy, and I somehow didn't wake up with a hangover. I actually think I probably took advantage of the guy (Chris). Whatever, I doubt he barley remembers. I remember everything and I don't regret any of it. I lived 4 years of high school last night and it was awesome. It definitely won't be an all the time thing but it does supply some very racy stories. Loving Denver.
Oh, I also have two bruises on my lips and a hicky on my neck. Hooray for "battle" scars.
Thatcher.
Battle Scars FTW I have to admit. Until you come in contact with your parents. Hm. Some you just can't hide and provides an awkward stare for a second or two...
ReplyDeleteUm, I don't know what FTW stands for.
ReplyDeleteThatcher
Haha, For The Win.
ReplyDeleteFTL= For The Loss.