It consisted of making a variety of Magic Bullet drinks including margarita mix and vodka plus fruit and kool-aid... yeah.
Anywho we were chillin and my friend's Nick and Jonah's when Jonah got a text saying to head to some party across the parking lot in the East Hall, so we obliged.
(I don't really know what happened after this other than everyone was loling at me because I had one of those magic bullet party mugs full of booze.)
We decided the party was wack so we left, and while in the hallway I decided I needed to pour some drinks for "my homies."
And we all know what that means... so that happened.
We got back to The Tower and continued drinking and making incredibly stupid magic bullet mixes such as "Maple syrup and beer in just 1, 2, 3 PRESSES!!!" and things like that. It was awesome.
Saturday was poop day
Today I'm writing a paper that should have been tended to long ago, but what can you do.
I have to go to the UofC to get books, and so I'm not exactly thrilled about it.
Which means I'll most likely write again tonight, WOO
Oh, and I found a lovely asian girl who shares my birthday.
Fucking Magic.
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