sucon

the aftermath

it's, essentially, the end of my fourth of july party. only essentially because a few drunk guests might return and so i cant actually go to bed. i'm depressed, lonely, and sad. both of my roommates are passed out, neither one ending the night in a positive light. i just had a minor freak out because one was difficult to wake up after passing out and right now i can't deal with unconscious people. some of you will know why, but let's just say it upsets me profoundly right now to come across a friend who is unconscious. the other roommate is making/has made a mistake of the heart tonight. maybe not, but based on my last information, that's what's happened. i've made a few mistakes tonight. one is starting a conversation about grad school with someone who has decided not to apply because she thinks she won't get in. and if that girl won't get in, i never will. so i'm completely depressed about that. and then there were the fireworks, but i don't wanna talk about that. and finally, there's the fact that a person i really wanted to see was too sick to come. and that changed the whole tone of the night, though it shouldn't have because i still saw a lot of old friends. but it seems the glitter of the night was gone. and i'm pretty damn drunk, about to cry, and need to go check on the people on my roof.

posted by lindsey @ 1:20 AM