Good Things: I recently met my roommate at my college’s orientation (where we pick classes) and she’s so awesome and I pretty much love her.
Bad Things: I’m scared that when we get to school, even though we live together,
we’ll she’ll make other friends and not want to be mine anymore. I can’t help it that I get jealous easily. I don’t want to seem creepy and be jealous/scared already… but I am.
Sooo guess what? I found my roommate! I don’t think I posted about this earlier, but we started talking about a week ago. Turns out we have so much in common and we’re actually perfect for each other. I actually love her.
WORDS CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW EXCITED I AM!
Next year is going to fucking rock!
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY BITCHES!! THAT’S RIGHT- BOW DOWN TO MEEE.
Just kidding! But seriously, can we just talk about how fucking pumped I am to eat my delicious cake? I don’t know if I described it, so here’s a quick rundown:
Now that my night of terror has been properly confessed and documented, though hopefully never to revisit it, I’m off for some pampering with Estelle and Astrid. We’re going to get our nails done (I’m getting neon pink for my toes AND my fingers!) and then I’m going to pick up my birthday cake for tomorrow!
Wellllll I guess I should probably start explaining what happened the other night (for those of you who are new to this page please click here. Ladies and gentlemen please strap in andprepare for the gorey, awful detail of my night.
It all started at Lucy’s house- isn’t it always at Lucy’s house? We had just gotten out for April break so we were extremely pumped! At first it was just me and Lucy, while Estelle and Astrid were going to come in a bit. I want to say I got there around 7:00 ish? Her parents were going out to dinner for the night so we had the house to ourselves. It was perfect! Or so we thought… (suspense! Duh duh DUH).
Lucy told me that a boy (for your sake, my faithful readers, we will simply call him Boy) from our science class might be joining us later on in the evening; he would be supplying the libation and hopefully bringing a few of his friends. Estelle and Astrid had still yet to join us when Lucy’s parents headed out to their dinner. Naturally Lucy and I start our night even though the other girls were MIA.
By the time Astrid and Estelle finally show up Lucy and I are having a great time, dancing around her kitchen and recording videos of ourselves singing to our favorite song We Are Young (note: because we are girls it’s hard for us to hit the extremely low note on “tonigh-i-iiii-ght,” which we find very funny when we attempt to
sing whine it out). Astrid and Estelle are somewhat pissed that we started without them because now they have to wait for Boy to show up.
Alas! Boy has arrived with sweet libation and, unfortunately, no other boys. Lucy, Astrid, and Estelle, ahem, dig into the bottle and start taking it down. As for me- I’m fine with what I have. I wasn’t in the mood to ingest more of the foul stuff, especially because I was already having a great time prancing around the kitchen to the music. Boy only had a teeny tiny little bit because he had to leave by 11:00 so Lucy’s parents wouldn’t find him.
We are now up the point where we are all “having a fun time.” Astrid, Estelle, and I head to the backyard where we roll around in the grass and take turns swinging on a giant rope swing that hangs from a huge tree (note: never ever, under any circumstance, should you do this if you are not normal. It was lucky we didn’t fall off into the ditch it swings over). We soon grow tired of the swing and hop up to back porch where we see Lucy and Boy kissing. She doesn’t like him but she becomes a complete whore when she isn’t normal.
Everyone is far worse than usual. Lucy ushers Astrid, Estelle, and I upstairs to her bedroom while she stays downstairs with Boy (note: it is nearing 11:00). Estelle immediately locks herself in the bathroom while Astrid collapses onto the bed I made for her on the floor. All of a sudden Astrid exclaims, “I’m going to be sick!” I grab Lucy’s trash can (which is plastic with a bag in it) and hold it under her. As she gets sick into it I pull her hair back into a pony tail and rub her back. I’m honestly not really sure what else I can do.
Lucy now comes upstairs, telling us that Boy left. What she finds is Astrid getting sick into the toilet while Estelle lies on the floor, trying to make herself sick by sticking her finger down her throat. I cannot STAND to hear gagging noises so I step outside the door. Lucy falls into her bed and immediately falls asleep while Astrid, once again, collapses onto her bed of blankets on the floor. Estelle now find out her parents won’t let her sleep over (we all were planning to) but instead insist on picking her up at 12:00, in one hour. After everything we’ve just been through, I think a brief intermission is in need. We’ll see you in a moment.
Welcome back! Now, onto the rest of the story: Estelle is still pretty messed up, so I offer to go downstairs with her to get her some water and some food before her parents come to get her. Before we leave Lucy’s room I put the trash can back next to Astrid who is now asleep too. Estelle and I go down the stairs and she immediately runs to the bathroom. When I enter the room she’s trying to make herself get sick again. I’ve never seen her this bad- this scares me, because normally she’s the definition of a tank. I see that she’s texting her boyfriend so I pick up her phone and text him as myself, asking him what I should do to help her.
Her boyfriend calls me and tells me to do the usual things- give her water and something to eat. Estelle asks to talk to him so I hand her the phone. Suddenly she starts to softly cry telling him that she wishes she were just with him, and that she’s never been this bad. He assured her that she would be fine. Upon hearing that she turned furious and literally spat, “You don’t know how I fucking feel right now. I’m going to die.” Let me tell you right now: hearing one of your best friends say that she feels as though she’s going to die is not very fun.
Estelle hangs up with her boyfriend, and in between continuously trying to make herself sick she starts to sob. “Don’t let me die Ava!” Although I assured her I would take care of her she just continued to cry. She suddenly started asking for her mother. When I asked if she wanted me to call her she switched her mind and said, “no, I just don’t know.” This went on for a while; her begging me to call her mom, me asking if she was sure, and her changing her mind (note: I had never, not once, heard her ask for her parents because she was messed up). Not knowing what to do, I texted her boyfriend and told him of her request.
He told her that she would regret it, and he also reminded her of a time that her parents had been called to go get her (that time by a friend, I think. She told me the full story but I forget the minor details). Again, she grew frustrated and cursed him out saying something along the lines of, “I’m going to fucking die, you have no idea!” At this point she’s literally begging me to call her mom. I don’t know what else to do- she couldn’t drink the water or eat any of the food I brought her. I give in and call.
Having absolutely NO fucking idea what to say I merely said, “Estelle is sick and she’s wondering if you can come get her now.” They didn’t question me and her mom left. About 30 seconds after I hang up her mom texts her asking if she’s been drinking. Again, I have no idea what to say so I text back, saying that she only had a little. Suddenly, her mom calls. Estelle is still crying and sticking her finger down her throat so I pick up. Her mom interrogates me and, because I don’t know what else to do, I answer her questions to some degree. She sounds legit pissed, not just parent pissed. She even tells me, in a vaguely threatening way, that she’s considering taking Estelle to the hospital.
Estelle begs me to stay on the phone with her mom so I comply. She keeps questioning me, asking if Lucy’s parents were home, where are the other girls, what Estelle had, etc. I just kept saying sorry, and that I was trying to help her. Like I’ve said before, I had no idea what else to do. Finally she arrives at Lucy’s house and I have to
carry help Estelle outside to the car. Her mom is silent and won’t even look at me, though the few times she does they are looks of death. I help Estelle into the passenger seat, buckling her in. I kiss her goodnight and tell her everything’s going to be ok. As they drive away and I walk back to the house I start to cry.
The anti-anxiety/depressant medication I’m on does not react well to alcohol, which I learned that night. As soon as Estelle was carted off by her mother I started to cry. I cried as I went back into the house, I cried as I went back up the stairs, and by the time I reach Lucy’s room I completely break down. Needless, I was traumatized by my recent experience with Estelle and that mixed with my odd-reacting medication caused a lot of terrible thoughts and feelings. I knelt down next to Astrid and gently nudged her. She didn’t respond. I pushed her, but still no response. No matter how hard I shoved her (and patted her face with force) she didn’t wake up. She wasn’t dead- she was just in an extremely deep sleep, or pass out? I did the same thing to Lucy and once again got no response. I knew I couldn’t possibly stay there with everything I was feeling, so I wrote them a note telling them I went home and to call me AYSAP, propped it up to where they could easily see it, and left. As soon as I got home I broke down in front of my mom and told her everything. Although I left out a few details she told me she wasn’t mad and that she was proud I called Estelle’s mom.
So that’s my night. Onto the curtain call.
How is that my birthday is already tomorrow? It’s crazy to think that I’ll be a legal adult (whoops did I just kinda give my age?). Where did all the time go? When did we grow up? How the fuck am I going to COLLEGE next year!?
I just want to swing on swings again.
I know I haven’t posted in a while but last night was, by far, the worst night of my life. And I’m not just saying that to be dramatic. I can’t explain everything in full detail now because
I don’t want to revisit it at the moment I’m about to go out, but I promise the second I get home I’ll type everything out in full, disgusting, raw detail.
OH OH OH OH completely forgot to mention this in my update/ was too lazy to edit it. Lucy and I have been doing the ab ripper video from P90X and I love it. It hurts like hell (considering I’ve never worked out a day in my life) but I feel so good after. Plus, she’s a really great motivator getting me to really try unlike Astrid who is insanely competitive. It also kind of sucks doing it with Lucy though, because she’s a champion athlete and does not need to rip her abs at all!? Oh well.
Life is pretty good right now.