Last night we went to a party. An Urbana house party. And it was as it should be (have been): loud; sweaty; drunken; and complete with awkward freshmen who think they're really cool and who do keg stands and put their butts on people.
Please don't get the wrong idea-- you will be hard pressed to find something that I enjoy more than a sweaty, shirtless freshman swaying into me while checking out the ladies at the party, attempting to remain vertical. I really do love it.
But I felt old. And I know I'm not old. Actually I'm a baby. Just turned 7 months old yesterday. Not really. But the point is, I felt incredibly out of place at the party. Except I wasn't drunk enough to convince myself that I was a freshman again, and I wasn't sober enough to stand back and judge everyone (though that's no fun anyways). So I danced a lot. And put my butt on some people, and did a couple of fist pumps in beat with the pounding music. There were a lot of people who were making out, including this freshman girl who made the rounds. Seriously, every time I saw her, she was snogging a different dude. I stared at her awkwardly for a while until I realized that that was basically me my freshman year. And then I just sighed a wise old sigh about my wasted youth.
In other news, I discovered this in the online slang dictionary:
zoom-in Featured Word
noun
1. an unexpected and usually undesirable kiss.
She pulled a zoom-in on me last night.
word.
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3 comments:
I finally had a freshman year, and it was good.
That party sounds like my personal hell...but then again, I've officially entered the "Kids, these days!" stage of my life. Hell, I've been there for a couple years. All I need is a rocking chair and a shawl.
I know you're all busy but it's been ten days now. Come on. Unacceptable.
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