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I forgot I can't swim.

You just shit your pants and dive in and swim.

Fact:

1 out of 10 ten proms will be ruined by your drunken jealous roomate.

This is what goes ons:

-I abuse the words 'party ball'.
-I play strip croquet and win.
-I get unsuspecting jazz players arrested a few short feet away from unsuspecting baptists.
-I enjoy Songs for a New World and eat crawfish with Jared Anderson.
-I never see Stephanie Grady.
-I never see Laura Smith.
-I am depressed by the two aforementioned items.
-I cannot enter the Coco. She fucking hates me.
-I do not like midget hippies.
-I do not like amazon hippies.
-I do not like any fucking hippies.
-I do enjoy Tropical Storm Ernesto and how it sends me big-tittied blondes from Charleston.
-I do not enjoy being trashed in the presence of my teacher, again.
-I go to Nashville with older gentlemen friends and break into the Opryland Hotel Delta Ballroom, where I steal sorbets and eat them with soldiers.
-I am addicted to fargle.
-I have a lovely relationship with a lovely boy... he just happens to live 4 hours away and has a face like a fucking femur.

I'm still kind of a big deal here. Duty calls.

One night at the Delta Chi house and I'm already a legend.
It's good to be queen.