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What if we exposed the fact that we're more than just Bobcats? We're human. We make mistakes, we fuck around, we have fun and we’re exactly what college should be – unpredictable. The crazy shit we experience beyond class and homework make up a huge part of who we are and who we will become – and we should NEVER have to hide those experiences. So, if you sit in class counting down the seconds till you can get shitfaced on a Thursday night, make it a habit to show up to class high or just love random crazy shit, then my friends, this site is for you! Given, everyone wants a job after they graduate, pennames will be used to ensure no one will judge you for sending in a story about the time you hooked up in between shelves on the sixth floor of Alden Library. This blog is open to short stories, confessions, suggestions and anything that is on your mind. Post comments or write to us for your own post at: whatdyOUexpectblog@gmail.com
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One drunken evening I somehow managed to get myself into a bit of a unique dilemma. The cause: 5 shots of vodka, survivor flip cup, and a low tolerance. It was spring quarter my freshman year and my friends and I were at this party at the Court Street Apts. These apts have a deck that anyone can access where they have a community beer pong and flip cup tables. On this particular evening someone brought a beach ball that everyone was hitting around the deck. We made some drunken drinking game out of it and it was; as far as a remember-AMAZING---Until someone hit it too hard and it got stuck on the roof. This random tall guy convinced me to get on his shoulders so he could boost me on the roof to get the ball down. Well I was wasted and kind of missing the ball myself so I put down my bag and he gave me a boost. So I climb up onto the roof, throw the ball down, and this fucking ass hole just says “thanks” and disappears!!!! Sooo now I’m stuck on the roof, I’m shit faced, I have to pee, and I CANT GET TO THE BEER!!!!! I went to grab my phone, to see if my friend who was lost somewhere at the party could help, but my phone is in my bag that I took off before I was lifted up. So I peed of the roof, and about a half hour later some drunk people on the deck slid the beer pong table over for me to jump on. I hopped off the roof and hit the table with a BANG-CRASH-FLOP, I had a nasty bruise on my ass for 3 weeks, but managed to make it off the roof alive.
ReplyDeleteI remember back in the fall my freshmen year (2006)- some of you may remember this was when EVO was the place to be and was what some people called "white girl Tuesday." I can't even begin to explain how unreal it was. they let you smoke dijarums in the what is now called the aqua lounge of 19 South and bouncers didn't kick you out for BYOB and a solo cup. I did a case race with my friend, we were a little on the ridiculous side so we each had our own case and tried to finish it by 11, when everyone from James migrated to EVO. Needless to say I was destroyed! I finished all but 10 natis and I blacked out. My friends told me I walked from my dorm (James) to East State St with no shoes on and a hoodie on backwards all the way there. My roommate the next day handed me a warming condom wrapper in the morning that some guy i supposedly brought home left on her desk and didn't throw away. I still have no idea how I'm still alive hahaha
ReplyDeleteit was my friends 21st birthday and apparently i was pissed because i wanted it to be mine. i told everyone i was 21 and i think i drank enough to kill a horse. i work up in the morning in the office at my house with no clothes on, no wallet, no phone, no coat, no personal belongings except for a pair of socks that i am sure werent mine. needless to say i cant even imagine how my 21st is going to be.
ReplyDeleteIt was the end of the summer after my freshman year at OU. To celebrate my last day working at the hellhole that is McDonald's, my manager and I started drinking 100 proof SoCo straight from the bottle in Playland (of course this was after we were off the clock and the resturant was closed inside.) For me, drinking SoCo straight from the bottle is just like drinking water- until I go to stand up. Since we were drinking at the top of playland, I had a long hard fall down the slide and cracked the back of my head on the end of the slide. Now me being the hedonistic girl that I am, I had about 60mg of morphine that I decided to blow that night as well. I don't remember driving the 7 miles home or how I got into my house. All I know was when I woke up, I had a gash on the back of my head, no more SoCo and no more pills.
ReplyDeleteFirst weekend of winter quarter '09-'10, I consumed the following:
ReplyDelete4 white Russians (made of 4 shots vodka and 2 shots Kahula)
5 shots Bacardi 151
shot of Jager
Jagerbomb
4-5 shots Southern Comfort
...which is the rough equivalent of 40 (41?) shots of 70 proof. Needless to say, I don't remember anything that happened.
Ever had one of those nights when you plan to just stay in and just, chill but your dumb friends convince you to do otherwise? For me, those nights normally result in a shit show. Last night was one of those nights. Here’s what happened…….. This week sucked hardcore and after spending the night with Alden on Wednesday only to be in an 8am class yesterday I was just relieved that the week was finally over. (I don’t have class on Fridays mother fuckerssss!!!!!!) So I get back to my apartment last night after spending some quality time with accounting homework where my roommates and a few friends are in the living room watching the Cavs v. Lakers game while playing drinking games. The game they were playing: Drink every time someone on the TV says LeBron or Kobe. My roommates who say “they were looking out for my best interests by getting me to drink”, told me that if I opted not to drink on a Thursday night, I’d forever go on our Wall of Shame (this is not a metaphor- we actually have one) as “The One who refused alcohol on a weekend with no legitimate reason.” Basically I don’t have a ridiculous 30 page paper to write or essay exam coming up-I’m just being lame. WHO COULD TURN DOWN FRIENDS THAT AWESOME!?!?!?!? I mean…. They just wanted to get me to drink!!! Of course I drank with them-and I got HAMMARED!!!!! I have a low tolerance- I mean like 4 beers get me drunk low. Do you have any idea how many times they said “Kobe” or “LeBron” last night!? If you know anything about basketball or just aren’t a complete moron; you probably have a pretty good idea. When the game was over we decided to go to The Pub. (the most awesome bar in the WORLD) By the time we got there I was already hammered and for reasons that I DO NOT KNOW my friends- who were supposed to be giving me water- let me get acquainted with a drink called “fuck me hard”. Very good drink-I recommend it, but consider it a warning- It’s called a “Fuck me Hard” for good reasons. We ended up staying out until the bar closed and the walk home-I don’t remember at all. Here is what my friend who got stuck walking me home just told me- After peeing in an ally way-missing the wall, and peeing on my jeans- I decided that I wanted to run in the middle of the street. She eventually convinced me that playing in traffic was a bad idea and we went home. I woke up this morning at 8:45 to work at 9 still fucking shit faced. I sobered up at work, smoked some weed to get rid of my hangover when I got off, and I’m planning on drinking again tonight!!! If you ever go to The Pub-we should have a drink together!!!!!!!
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