Last Call

So, im extra pomegranate faced. Im gonna keep it short, and this is in a small way a reminder to myself, although I am still well aware of my surroundings, so much so that I am very coherent. I hurt my knee. Dislocated when I was trying to have fun with friends, and im fine with it, I was a retard, therefore its my fault. My roommates friends are over, and both of them are worse off then me pomegranate faced wise. I seriously had to take both the bottles of vodka and rum we had left. My other roommate had bought a bottle of Crown Royal, GONE. These friends of my roommate are being too loud and waking the roommate I share a side with, who has a class in the morning. Its bad enough that they brought over people who should be in our room (underage atm) and they should not have been drinking when they got back. That said, I have to thank them slightly, as one of the girls they brought back I was hitting on earlier and she was loving the fact that I was looking out for them and keeping them from drinking even more after they went for a short hike. I may have fucked up my knee slightly, but it is these lessons that I learn from to make myself a better man. Good night Southperry. Drink responsibly.