It's Funny to Me How You've Turned Into Such A Joke

Sorry for no post yesterday, I was taking a personal day to "wallow" in misery over being single again (confirmed by Facebook, so it must be true!) before I resumed being my normal self.

Ok, So. Parties this weekend.
A few of my sisters and I went out on Thursday for drinks. Then I went out with the Douchebag (story for another time). Apparently, while I was gone, my best friend kept getting hit on by a rather unsavory guy. She would continually turn to someone else to help keep her safe from these unwanted advances, haha! The poor guy just didn't understand what was happening to him.
Friday Night was the first night the Frats could drink again, since Rush would officially be over. These are classed 601 parties, since they happen the minute after the Pledges sign their bids. We went to the PK house, where my three friends and I shared a bottle of Malibu. I then proceeded to dance with my ex-little brother and meet a different sorority girl who has the same name as me! we were both thrilled with this discovery. thrilled and drunk.
then the football team showed up, demanding to be let into the PK party. A fight ensued, during which my ex-little brother put himself between me and the fight, for which I'm very grateful. I got left at the party with my Big, but then we in turn left to go to a KS house for a house party. Showed up there, accidentally slammed my best friend into a wall when I went to hug her. Had a bunch more to drink. Tripped over a tiny bush in the front yard. I went home, where I threw up for about 3 hours then passed out.
While I was doing this, my sisters went back to the PK house, when the football players returned with guns. luckily, my sorority is very good friends with the PKs so they got the girls out while the cops were called.
Apparently, our entire house had gone out to party. We all finally managed to drag ourselves out of bed around 3 on Saturday, all of us hungover. I went to dinner with my best friend and her parents, then came home to watch movies and take it easy.
Sunday night, a sister had a house warming party, I stayed for about 10 minutes then decided that I would either start drinking or hurl again, so I left and went to bed. My girls had a great time, but I can't say I'm sorry I missed it.

It was a good weekend. Now, we are planning on going out next weekend, and I must decide if this is something that I really want to do. I'm tempted to go but I'm also not exactly sure how much money I have to go party on and/or how my school work I'm going to have stacked up on me (since I'm pretty much a lazy bum for the rest of the week). lol, we'll see. I'll write tomorrow about the Cuddle-buddy (my ex-little brother), the Douchebag Ex (who ex-little brother swears left and right is gay as a maypole, but i think this just might be to make me feel better, but it works) and the crazy roommate who has finally put in an appearance and thinks that I'm mad at her for some unknown reason. Should be interesting.... *smirks*