Lent, Day 10.

8:00: What the FUCK happened last night? Holy shit, Harry's in my bed. Am I wearing clothes? What the fuck is going on?

8:01: After rubbing my eyes I see my clothes and jewelry in a large pile against my wall. Why don't I remember anything past midnight? Why does my phone say I talked to my mom at 12:34 AM for 4 minutes? I HAD ONE DRINK. I LITERALLY HAD ONE DRINK AND A SIP OF A SHOT.

8:05: Harry feels me stretching and wakes up. I don't mind that he's there, but I am curious whether or not we slept together. He tells me nothing happened, then asks me how we got home. He doesn't know either? What the fuck? How DID we get home? Good god.

8:07: He decides that Yogi, a kid on the tennis team, took us home because he didn't drink last night. I get a text from my mom saying "How are you feeling drunkard????" I assume she just received the voicemail, so I called her to ask what I said. I've done this before but I still feel bad, she's one of my best friends but she doesn't need to be drunk dialed.

8:10: I'm talking to my mom when Harry laughs at something I said. My mom hears him, knowing I'm in my bedroom, and asks "Who's there?" I said "...Ally." She goes "Who else?" I tell her fucking everything anyway, so I just tell her Harry's there but that nothing happened. Not that she's the boy police, I'm in college and can do what I want, but I know she wants assurance that her daughter's not a whore. I'm not.

9:20: I put my clothes back on from Hattie's because I'm still drunk and don't feel like showering. My outfit is boots, lace tights and a black mini dress. Classy.

9:30: I make Harry and I coffee and bagels and we sit at the kitchen table with Ally and Paige and talk about last night, since neither of them went. Recapping. One of my favorite pass-times. I suggest we leave to go to class, which is at 10, but I get shit for "just wanting to be there early so I can eye-fuck the teacher." He's cute for an old guy and he's really fucking funny! I don't want to DO him! Jesus.

9:45: I suggest we leave again. Apparently it's still too early because it only takes 6 minutes to get to campus.

9:53: We finally leave.

10:00: We're not there yet.

10:03: Harry and brace ourselves outside of the classroom's door. We know 90% of the class, and they have a vague idea that something is going on between us. I'm wearing hooker boots/tights and Harry has no backpack. I have not washed my face and still have silver eyeshadow on. I am ALWAYS in my seat 10 minutes before class starts and he is always 2 minutes late.

10:03:20: Called it. We get the typical 3rd-grade "OoooOoooOo" noise from half the class, Leah starts laughing and Greg goes "Where were YOU two last night?!" The teacher looks at us, raises his eyebrows at Harry as if saying "Hey man, niceeee." and goes back to taking attendance. I find my way to my seat next to Leah and Harry goes to his seat in the back. Both of our faces are beet-red and Leah is laughing so hard she's crying. FML, right?

10:20: I wake up on my desk to talk of FIFO and LIFO accounting systems, whatever. Go back to sleep.

10:30: Wake up for real this time and start playing Words with Friends under the table to keep me awake. I am listening to the teacher and the students asking him questions about the concepts, and this almost upsets me. Here I am, still drunk, have been asleep for 30 minutes, and I fully understand the concepts. These other kids have been up since 8, have showered, are sober, and are fully awake, and they can't tell their left foot from their right one. Depressing.

10:49: I ask Professor Knight if the new accounting major plan has been approved. It has! Hooray! I will officially change my major and advisor next week officially! I'm so excited.

10:50: Harry and I leave class together and I prepare to part ways and go home and take a nap. He takes my arm and starts leading my towards the student center. I ask where we're going and he said, "We have a date with some zombies that need killing." I decide I like him even MORE.

11:00: We go back to his house and I ask if there's anyway we could just watch House, because my head is starting to hurt and zombies and guns and knives are not exactly what my head can handle at the moment.

11:30: We've watched an episode and I decide to move to the bed because it's way more comfortable than the couch and there's still a good view of his TV. He gets in bed with me, turns on another episode of House and we fall asleep pretty immediately.

2:00: I'm not sure I've been sleeping, more like thinking really deeply and slipping in and out of consciousness. He has his arms around my stomach like a little stuffed animal. It's cute. I decide I'm really hungry and want to go home.

2:02: I peel myself from his arms and get out of bed to put my shoes back on. He immediately wakes up and ask where his personal heater went (my body is almost always warm, no matter how cold I am). I laugh and tell him he has practice in 30 minutes. He groans loudly.

2:20: We walk to the tennis courts because they're on the way home for me. Meghan calls and asks if Harry and I had sex. Random. JP is screaming in the background saying "They did they did they did!" I keep telling them we didn't, but JP is calling me a liar so I hand the phone off to Harry. He calms JP down and assures him we didn't. You'd think JP bet money on it or something and NEEDED us to sleep together. Odd. We get to the courts and part ways.

2:22: I see Max on the way home and he looks at me, then his watch, and back to me. "Isn't it a little late in the day to still be doing the walk of shame?" I want to punch him but in a joking way, Max is probably one of the funniest kids I know.

2:30: I shower and sit on the front porch listening to music and talking to Ally.

3:30: I call Irene and tell her that we are officially accepting the new rent offer and will be residing in this house for another year. Huge weight off my shoulders. Housing is one of the most stressful aspects of college, because it's so hard to find what you're looking for. It's relieving that we're staying here.

5:00: I decide I really want Five Star, so I call them. "Thank you for calling Five Star Pizza, is this for delivery or pick up?" "Delivery." "Hello? Hello?" "Delivery!" *Click* What the hell? I call back, and this time it's a man "Thanks for calling Five Star, pick up or delivery?" "Delivery please." "Hello?!" *Click* What the fuck! I call my dad to see if my phone is working, and long story short he ends up ordering the pizza FOR me, AND paying for it. My cheeseystix should be arriving in 30 minutes. I am so happy.

5:25: The Five Star guy arrives and tells me to sign the receipt. It says "20.11," but Cheeseystix are only $7.99. I go to ask him what the extra charge is for when he pulls out two boxes. One cheeseystix and one large cheese pizza. My dad is the fucking bomb. I miss my family so much, seriousface.

5:45: I tell Harry I have more pizza than I know what to do with so he says he'll come over eventually.

6:00: A stray kitten, whom we call Mini-kit, comes onto our porch. I instinctively shut the porch door behind her so she's trapped on the porch. I don't want to torture the cat, but Ally and I do want to fed it and pet it, and I know it'll run away if I don't shut the door. Mini-Kit got her name because there are multiple strays that live on our street, and the first one we saw got the name Kit. Simple. Mini-Kit looks exactly like Kit, just smaller and thinner, hence her name.

6:10: Mini-Kit is on the futon with me, letting me pet her, when Ally decides to see if Mini-kit would want to go inside.

6:15: They come back outside and Ally says she fed her turkey and milk. The kit really is adorable. It starts sitting at the door, looking outside and wanting to go back out. Definitely an outdoor cat. We take a couple pictures of her then let her go.

7:00: Harry comes over and lets me snuggle into him on the futon. We're both a little chilly so laying on him helped us both. Of course we play Pass-and-Play Words with Friends. We're already predictable, it's kind of funny.

9:00: I get up and straighten my hair and throw some make-up on to go to Jenny's. She is having a small, pre-gaming bonfire before Local Heroes.

9:30: Ally and I arrive at Jenny's and Harry has gone home to shower. We sit outside with Jenny, a lighter, and some yellow pages paper and start lighting shit on fire. We get a good flame going but it's mainly the paper, and not the wood, so it keeps diminishing.

9:50: People arrive. By people, I mean a pack of 30 kids. What the hell? Jenny and I are scared. I know most of them, but I'm still very confused as to how they found out about this and why they're here.

10:30: Kim, Jenny, Ally, Meghan, her four friends and I decide to go to Local Heroes because the fire was going out and we were getting cold. Everyone piles in Ally's car and I drive them over. I'm not drinking tonight because I still feel nauseous for some reason.

11:00: Adam, one of the token gay guys of the school, does the ENTIRE dance to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. It's fucking amazing, and I worship him.

11:05: This performance makes Alix and Jessica want to do our hip hop routine to Drop it Low. I unwillingly am dragged to the front of the bar and line up with them, ready to dance. I realize I'm wearing jeans which is going to make this difficult. We dance on our own until the correct part of the song comes on. The entire bar is watching us. I'm really uncomfortable but I'm already there so I do the dance anyway. We receive cheers and applause and the DJ is recording us on his cell phone. I feel like I'm doing horrid because of my inopportune clothing, but most people are sort of drunk so it doesn't matter.

11:20: Harry finally arrives so I go and talk to him for a little outside, when I get a wave of extreme nausea and have to excuse myself to find the restroom.

11:22: Waiting in line, getting very nervous, oh thank god that person's done, I bolt inside.

11:23: I am vomiting my brains out. What the fuck is going on? Why am I the only one not drinking, and the only one puking? This is unfair. I wash my mouth and hands and put a piece of gum in. I feel completely fine now and am ready to go socialize.

11:45: Ally and Jessica are bored and want to go home, so I drive them back and return to Local Heroes.

12:30: Jim is very drunk and has his hands all over every girl there. I saw him make out with one girl, then try to kiss another, then try to kiss another. Two weeks ago, this would have been painful to watch, but now that I've decided he's an immature asshole, pity has turned into entertainment. It's pure comedy. It's like someone getting kicked in the nuts. You don't want to watch but you have to, because even though it's painful to look at you know you're going to laugh.

12:40: Harry sees me watching Jim and gets offended. "If that girl is his girl, am I your guy?" "What are you talking about?" "Am I your weapon in this little Shakespeare play you guys have going on?" "What?!" "He's so obviously trying to hook up with all of these girls to make you upset, and to make you uncomfortable. Are you using me to do that to him?" I find this ridiculous, because I actually told myself I was going to stay away from boys after I broke up with Jim, but Harry was there and told me he liked me and it felt right to start hanging out with him, and now I like him. I would like him whether or not Jim was in the room, so I assure him of this. I feel really bad that he thinks he's just a pawn in some game. I am in no way trying to win Jim back. I am much better off without him.

1:30: Jenny, Kim, Harry and I leave and go on a McDonald's/Taco Bell run. Kim is very drunk and very funny. Jenny is talking about nigs and Harry and I can't stop laughing.

1:40: After getting McDonald's for Harry and Kim, we go to Taco Bell for Jenny. The lady at the window is the most unfortunate looking woman I have seen in a long time, and Harry unintentionally lets out a "Dear God!" Thankfully she doesn't hear him and I insist he just shoves his face with McDonald's and shuts the hell up.

2:00: I drop Harry off at his house then drop off Jenny and Kim at their place.

2:01: SLEEP. Thank god. Long day. Still mad that I was sober and threw up, but whatever.