Totes got the invite

Alright. Fuck the chill tone. Fuck the kava right now. Fuck the vacation music. It is 9:45 on a Friday right now and uhhhh I'm going out in like a half hour. One second let me google the location of this party right quick.

Ok it's cool I got the loc. So this is in Air Force party I got invited to. Should be clutch. Ok. Tangent time.

I fucking love getting the invite to parties. Like it's one thing to throw a party, it's another thing to just like end up going to a party, and crashing a party is another way in. But no, like receiving a text or phone call or facebook message that specifically invites you to a party just warms my heart. That means that someone, somewhere, is having a party. And that certain someone (which could be extended down a few degrees of separation) thinks that the party would be more fun with YOU attending. That's basically a low key way of saying "You're fucking awesome, let's drink together. Tonight. At this address." And poof. I'm there.

So getting focused. I sent in my preliminary application for Kenya. Drinking Kenyan coffee on a Friday evening means more to me now. Knowing I might visit the heart of Africa in less than a year is messing with my mind. It's over-exciting me. However it's motivating me to do better in school so I can be competitive for the scholarship. Fingers crossed.

So earlier this week I kinda had that anti-partying attitude. I got over it. Like I said I'm going out tonight. And I believe it was like Monday or Tuesday when I decided that I'm not going to drink until Thanksgiving. Yet now back at the party going hard. I kinda feel like I can't stop partying. Weezer and Lil Wayne feel my pain.

I'm actually excited for Spring Break 12. It's coming up and I'm assuming if nothing else comes up, I'm going to Panama. I wanna recall last spring break for a little bit. Yeah that'd be nice.

So Spring Break 11 was actually the reason this blog was created. It was so I could continually write for 170 days until spring break arrived at my feet. It was a distraction so I could enjoy the little things in life (like hiking boots and "vedge time") until I partied nonstop for a week.

And soon enough spring break hit me up like a sober floozie tryna drink and I was off to the caribb. And as expected I partied for a week straight! It was fantastic! I was dancing and drinking and not puking and spring breaking like it was meant to be! I was drinking every other night!

Yes I was going pretty damn hard for a senior in high school. Swim up bars and shots on the beach and the list goes on. Taking shots until I couldn't think. Waking up being unable to eat anything heavy.

It's so funny to think about that shit now. In retrospect, if you compare it to college, it's highly unimpressive. Which means when my first spring break of college rolls around things might get interesting. Well I'm gonna go to this party. Until next time...