~* 29 It’s been awhile…

So semester number 2 of my junior year has begun, and I am far from motivated.  I ended up pulling off a 3.6 last semester so it’s not too bad I suppose.
Yesterday I woke up so hung over I was puking.  Of course, at this time Debbie announces she is going to Boston and that Dana and I are invited.  I’ve never been to Boston, and I’ve been living in Massachusetts for three years. 
The party on Saturday night was the best one of the year I must say.  First we went to this one apartment which was quite lame,  We just played a lot of flipcup.  These two way bunk-looking chicks came in.  At first, me and Dana just saw the back of them and were like oh I like your hair.  Then they turn around and omg!  One chick had so much bronzer on her face it looked like it was starting to flake off like old paint and the other chick plucked her eyebrows so that the arch was at a 90 degree angle.  To make matters worse it looked like she used half a stick of black eyeliner to fill them in and then used the rest of the stick on her eyes.  She was covered in these like red boils.  The part that makes me laugh the most though is that they were both wearing tanktops in the middle of a New England winter.  So out of season.  Their bras were showing too because it didn’t fit.  I don’t know freshmans just bother me.  Well, freshmans like that do I guess.
So then we leave the lame party and go to a house party which was packed.  There was a live band in the basement and seriously this was the best band I have ever seen.  Their drummer was absolutely insane.  He had long dark hair and a huge bushy beard and he could play anything and sing while doing it.  The guitarist was amazing as well, hitting every solo of any song we asked him to play, including a Guns n Roses song.  For some reason I was really attracted to the drummer.  I think I’m going through my long hair phase where I am only interested in dudes with long hair (except bro dudes).  He kept looking at me and smiling while he played but I never got the chance to talk to him.
And here is my favorite part.  I cannot remember the last time I went to a party and did not receive an injury so here is this weekend’s injury update!:
1.)  My drunken stumble up the stairs landed my fingers in the hinge of the bathroom door where it then closed on two of my fingernails.  Because the party was so big no one could hear me saying ow and they remained there for about 10 seconds.
2.)  I slipped on ice outside and skinned my knee and ripped my favorite pair of jeans.