Silver Lining

Life Lessons Learned Three Days into Second Semester:

• Food is one hell of a drug. This is proven by the fact that an entire six of us, without having to convince anyone, walked to NYPD Pizza at 3am during a blizzard.
• I have a huge tendency to flirt a lot and lead people on. Which is now why I have to ignore phone calls, and texts, and outright dodge an angry lesbian named Toni. "Whoops. Did I forget to mention I'm not gay?"
  
• I have a huge tendency to lose interest in people who I'm not forced to be around. Which is now why I have to ignore phone calls, and texts, and outright dodge an angry lesbian named Toni. "Whoops. Did I forget to mention that you were an eight hour boredom reliever?"
• Alcohol isn't for everyone. Either I have a very high tolerance for alcohol, or I simply did not drink enough. Either way, alcohol, as I long suspected, isn't for me. Here I am bright eyed and bushy tailed, in a room full of half drunks singing Lean On Me. I was simply flabbergasted.
• Giving a guy your number will not make him go away. So, I foolishly assumed that when a guy sweats you at a club, if you give in and give him your number, he'll move on to another girl. Quite the opposite. Once you give him the digits, he will attach himself to you like a leech.
• I am mean. Or at least others tend to believe so. But of all the things I wish to change about myself, that is not, nor will it ever be, on the list. The thought of purposely acting a way that is unnatural to appease others makes my stomach turn. Get in where you fit in, or get out.
  
• Men are dogs. (Well, duh.) But when a guy dancing with a girl and getting her number snatched his phone and pushed her away like she was two-day old meat, and then tried to grab me, it was confirmed.
• Gay clubs are not that fun for fag hags. In fact, they're not very fun at all, and sometimes a bit disturbing. Gay men tend to.. make connections fast. And if you stand in the right spot, they'll make said connections two inches away from your lucky face. Besides that, the music sucks, and you stick out like a sore thumb. And I suppose having to dodge an angry lesbian didn't help.
• Clubs discriminate. We've all seen on television bouncers picking out certain girls to get in, and rejecting others. Just television? False. There was at least a hundred to a hundred fifty people outside of the club when I got there, and more arriving constantly. Maybe fifty of us got in. And they didn't do it by first come, first serve. The cost was $15, but if you didn't have exact change you either paid $20, or $10. Let's just say I had $10 for pizza after, but the football player after me was a bit irate about not getting any change back.
• If you like to go to parties, don't live on North Campus. There are no frats on NC, no clubs on NC, no parties at all on NC. And I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that bringing your ass all the way down to Central and then still having to walk a distance in the snow isn't that pleasant. North Campus sucks.
• Michigan football players get heckled everywhere. When a group of them pushed through and got in the club, the crowd demanded to know how all of a sudden they knew how to push.
• Brandon gets tipsy/drunk, and Constance gets very annoyed. I can't even explain it. You'd have to witness it for yourself.