9/1/1997
0024 Ah crap… The network still won’t work. Well I broke my first promise tonight, got a little bit tipsy. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, what can I say. Frat parties are frikkin weird; they’re empty one moment, and the next thing you know they’re overflowing. Word to the wise, avoid the punch, I think I saw them make some.
1349 Had lunch here for the first time, the food is horrid. I had a ham & cheese, and a grilled cheese (that I REFUSE to finish). Also got a brownie, an OJ, and a root beer. I haven’t finished those either, there’s more water than orange in this ‘juice.’ Guess I’ll have to get my books tomorrow, everything is closed today. <shrug> Laura called me up at 9am, but I guess I slept right through the phone ringing. That sucks. Would have been nice to wake up to her voice. I called her back, we chit chatted for a bit… and she started to cry before I hung up. There’s nothing I can do about it. I told her about the frat party last night, not like I can keep it from her. I have one goal here, to get my ass kicked out. If getting drunk like mad does it, then so be it. I do not want to be here AT ALL.
Back then I still believed that honesty was the best policy, that honesty made everything alright. Soon I would learn that if you don’t make the mistake in the first place, there’s no reason for everything to not be alright.
