Back to School...

"Back to school. Back to school, to prove to Dad that I'm not a fool. I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight. Ohhhh, back to school. Back to school. Back to school. Well, here goes nothing." -Billy Madison

Well, here I am starting my first week as a SENIOR at the most impure grounds of Chico. A senior in college? WHAT? I remember starting my first day in Kindergarden with a blue bow conquering my whole head. I remember my 6th grade teacher, Mr. Carey, telling my class almost every week, "Cherish every moment you have because, before you can even blink, you'll be graduating 8th grade." I remember my first day of senior year in high school telling my best friends, "In four years we'll be seniors in college." WTF? I AM NOW A SENIOR IN COLLEGE! Mr. Carey was right, We should cherish every moment that we have. We're only young once. We can only act immature until acting mature is all you have. Actually, screw that, I will never grow up! So, here's to my last year being an adolescent. Here's to my last year living off my parents money. Here's to my last year with no regrets now, but the times that I will regret when I'm older  I still won't regret when I'm older. Shit, I'm in College! 

"You have 4 years to be completely irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You'll never remember class time, but you'll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don't have. Drink 'till sunrise. The work never ends, but college does."

...I will follow this quote like I follow the Holy Bible.

CHEER BITCHES

The Adventures of Lauren and Ali

Lauren Angelich: a girl who is by far one of the funniest people I have ever met.

When I was a freshman in high school, My bestie Nicki and I decided to try out for Volleyball. A crazy  girl with a ponytail at the top of her head approached Nicki and said, "Move, before I push you." Nicki was not only scared shitless of her life, but also interested at what this bully had to say next. She invited her to pepper (bump back and forth) with us and since then, Laur's been my best friend. The adventures we had in high school are unforgettable/wish I'd forget them. Almost every weekend, Lauren and I had 10 million stories to talk about Monday at Lunch. From Anne Beyer's crazy mother telling us to get on our hands and knees and scrub the kitchen floor(Lauren ran away from that) to "Put your hands up"(all inside jokes, sorry) we were bascially attached to the hip.  From SLAN(sam, lauren, ali, nicki) to Mercedes Ladies(raven, nicki, lauren, anne, and me), we stuck together. Although, we had had some falling outs, my bad Laur, I still consider her a best friendzy.

So, continuing on our friendship journey, Lauren and I decided to paint the town green. You know what I mean. We decided to be completely romantic with each other and find a "top of the world" scenery to "hang out" at: a community college. Lauren and I sat there for hours talking about high school, present time, and the couple next to us having sex or what Lauren thought "undercover policemen"...Good one Laur.

Lauren-Ali, I think we should leave this place. It's a little sketch.
Ali- Laur, no one will be here. We're at a community college on Thursday night
Lauren- Exactly, it's 10:00PM and we're at a community college. Obviously people are going to think something.
Ali-Oh yeah.

So we left...

...And, we got lost. Or at least we thought. We went from being in a community college to a forest. Not kidding. The road was sketch as hell. But oddly enough, the road led us back to the bottom of the entrance of the junior college. Thank God.

Laur and I drove home and went back to my house. I snuck in some string cheese in the kitchen and ran upstairs(home base for us). We were stringing the cheese stick and reminiscing on
Facebook. Let me tell you, old albums on Facebook are trouble. We went down memory lane on the weekends of high school and the pictures were..... FUCKING HILARIOUS!

Just another weekend in High School for us

and the thing is, we acted and looked like this every weekend.

We were sloppy drunks

Back to Cheeks.

This past week, I went back to my college town in Chico thinking it wouldn't be as crazy as it normally gets during the school year. All I wanted was some relaxation by the pool and some company with my best friends who are currently staying there this summer.
Well, I clearly wasn't thinking. Chico is not the town you would want to relax in. All this town gives you is zero recollection and bonding moments with the toilet the next morning.
Some people like to say that my group of girls are the blackouts. I think they're right. My friends and I don't drink for the social part of it, but for the fun of it. I mean, who doesn't drink for the fun of it?
Anyways, I get into Chico around 5PM on Monday and from what I wanted(relaxation), I got it. No mother telling me to clean my room or barking dogs or even a jackhammer waking me up in the wee hours of the morning. It was just perfect. My best friends, Kelly and Allison, came over my house to watch the Bachelorette. In attempts to drink every time Ashley says the name, Bentley, I failed. Homegirl says his name in every sentence and I wasn't trying to get hammered.
The next day, Tuesday, people were all pumped up because it's Rileys Buck Night. Great, I'm not 21 so I'll probably sit this night out, alone.
YAAAA RIGHT
In the words of J-Kwon, "Teen drinking is very bad, yo i got a fake ID though."
Yup, I have one those. I mean, I have to if all my friends are of age to drink.
So the big issue in Chico is that it's really hard to get into Riley's because they are extremely strict with IDs. This doesn't stop me. I've been to this bar when I was 19. I have this in the bag. They won't turn me down.
And they didn't. I felt like I had conquered many underage drinkers fear. I felt like a champ. I was number 1. Until the next morning.
Ya, I bonded with my toilet.
But the shots and cocktails I had at the bar, led me to the Sigma Chi pool. I got thrown in with my dress on, yet I could care less and I watched the frat boys burn shit and almost their house. Those idiots.
Wednesday rolls by, and, well, another night to drink because it's Crazy Horses buck night. My best friend Bre and I were the only troops to march on for another night of killing our bodies in the treacherous grounds of Chico. I promised myself I wouldn't get too hammered. But, who am I kidding? Drinking with Bre? Girl gets hammski all the time!
Yup, I got hammered. 15 shots and cocktails later and I was peeing alongside with my buddy Bre on a sorority grass, yelling "FUCK YOU ADPI!" I can't tell you the things we did after or show you pictures of that night because my mother will probably read this, but what I will tell you is that this is a night to remember. Thank you, Breanna for your $7.00 purchase and our $10.00 buy.