I used to think college would be boring. Like high school only more people and better alcohol. No one told me it was full of crazy people. I should introduce myself I suppose; I'm Lex. Well Alexandra technically but no one calls me that. I go to the top school in the country, and I think everyone here is mad but me. Example: It's Saturday afternoon, I am writing a paper for my English class. Nothing major, just relaxing in my dorm room. In walks my roommate, Meg. She looks like a refugee from a biker gang with the voice of a chain smoker, but she's cool. Wears a lot of purple for some reason… She is ranting about her boyfriend, which isn't new. Jim slept with half the campus before they got together, so that causes issues.

"And that bitch Cindy in Bio keeps smirking at me like she knows something I don't, I just- ". I cut her off, "Does this have a point? Cause I'm not going to help you bury the poor girl's body on the quad somewhere if that's what you are going for." "I need a wingwoman tonight; Naveen's is throwing another rager and I need you to keep me off Jim" Meg responds as she digs for her American Spirits. This gets a eyebrow lift from me. "Keep you two apart? Honey you realize how much tequila that will take?" Cue cocky grin. "That's the plan babe." This is going to be a major pain….