Ring The Alarm by Beyoncé

Nevermind, false alarm. Today I got a letter from a college of my choice thanking me for applying to the school. That's it. I'm glad they've acknowledged my existence and all but I'm kinda heartbroken because it didn't say "Congratulations, you've been accepted!" If I was accepted however, I'd be crying and laughing like a drunk person who danced with a hot guy that said you're hot but a bad dancer, not that I'd know or anything.

Omg!! I went to this blacklight party and I had so much fun. I actually danced for the first time, even though I was just jumping around and moving my hips. My only regret was not wearing white, and making out with that guy, not the one I danced with. I mean he thought I was drunk and tried to take advantage of me. The sad part is we were aquaintances before. He was like "Let's go for a walk" since I was with my friends and I was like "I can't leave my friends". And he was like "let me give you a kiss somewhere" and I was like "fuck no!"

The moral to this story is don't go to parties and get wasted cause some drunk guy will try to 'cop-a-feel'.

Don't get drunk, go to college, or do both but don't let guys cop-a-feel.