If I was taking apartment warming gifts, I would ask for a bong. While at the Hookah Lounge, I discovered an alternative relaxation treatment - smoking hookah while watching basketball. You have no idea.
Big dogs scare me. They hurt my boobs when they push off my chest.
Bars with live fish under the dance floor are amazing.
I never thought I would be bringing Britney back, but I did. You know you wish you could sing like me, Julie.
Formal was ridiculously long, but I am glad I decided to go this semester. Congratulations to all the girls. Hurray for being the oldest girl there. Thank goodness for hotel bars.
Gay club at last. This was quite the experience - Thank you, Tammy, for introducing me to your world of fun. The club was nice, the music was good, and some of the gay guys were ridiculously hot. Damnit.
Jello shots will never go out of style. Phuong and I whipped up some red and green ones in 10 minutes, and they were delicious.
Falling asleep at end of the bed never grows old.
West Campus has changed so much. Or should I say West Campus is in the process of changing so much! There was construction on every fucking corner. I honestly did not recognize the neighborhood when I first got there. Oh, and I found myself saying, "Back when I lived here..." God, I am getting old.
And what is a weekend with my Vivian without her Hook'em hand. Cheers to more weekends in Austin!
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