Who Needs April Fools When Your Life is Already A Joke?

Haha I swear I get into the dumbest situations and literally the only thing that I can do about it is laugh. My life is a joke. Not in a depressing way--my life is just genuinely hilarious. I decided a long time ago that I don't care what situation I get into (Aside from like being robbed at gunpoint or raped or things of those sorts of serious matters) as long as a good story comes out of it.

Ask my best friend. We've done the DUMBEST shit, but at least we can always laugh about it.

So, boy, do I have a story from this past weekend. I went to visit my friend at a different school this Saturday and this guy that I've talked to for the past few weeks also goes there. We haven't actually met yet, but I'm discovering I'm all about the stranger danger (oops I suck...sorry mom).

So anyways, I'm in my friends room and we're getting ready to go out and drinking with her roommates and all that jazz. And the boy obviously invited us over to drink and hang out with his roommates. We drank some more in her room with people, went to a different room and hung out with random people, and then finally headed over to this guy's place. By this point I had had like...4 mixed drinks? Pretty usual for me (I swear I'm not an alcoholic...). I also had a beer while I was there while we played Kings.

Then I blacked out for the first time ever in my life. Solid.

Found out I got sick and I cried.

I'm the most embarrassing human I have ever met in my entire life. Glad I know how to make a first impression on people right?

Anyways, I ended up coming back and I remember stuff from maybe like 3 am onwards. Ended up staying at this guys place (WHY ON EARTH DID HE LET ME STAY?! WHY DOESN'T HE HATE ME?!) and we hooked up (ha that's why). I guess we went to bed around 6 am. No idea what possessed me to stay up that late (oh right...we hooked up).

So for SOME REASON he wakes up at EIGHT THIRTY and is just ready to live his life. Like...what? So at this point he filled me in on what a scene I was the night before. And what can I do other than apologize and then tell him there's absolutely no way I'm waking up right now and that I was going back to sleep. I'm an asshole sometimes.

So anyways, I'm pretty convinced this boy is a saint now because I don't know of a single soul who would meet a girl for the first time and take care of her while she was blackout, puking, and crying, and then not be weird about it the next day. BECAUSE HE WAS SO NICE THE NEXT DAY. Offered to make me breakfast and everything (there was no way I was eating with the hangover I had...).

So I slept until about 12. Then we watched family guy and then I left around 1. AND GET THIS...HE'S STILL TALKING TO ME. Like...WHAT?!

So moral of the story to my fellow embarrassing ladies. First, whenever you do something embarrassing, remember it's probably not as bad as the night I had so you're in the clear. and Second, no matter what you may think about boys (or people in general), they can really surprise you sometimes.