Step inside a party over the weekend and you’re greeted by the thumping bass of dance music, an epileptic display of lights, red solo cups and a welcoming cesspool of drunken individuals. “This, right here, is what college is about,” you say to yourself. “I’m going to get laid tonight!” Fast forward twelve hours and you wake up to the throbbing cacophony of a headache, a dizzying swirl of daylight and the woeful absence of a sexual counterpart that would have assured you that you’re a winner. Tired, dispirited and still suffering from too much of booze, you’ve wandered into hangover land. This is probably how you felt, starting from the moment you woke up:
You are first startled awake by an acid reflux or a super parched mouth.
Then you pathetically attempt to try to get up.
Soon, you realize your phone and wallet are not in either of your pockets.
Your phone shows that you have 13 missed calls from “Mom.”
And a text from that boy/girl you were totally digging saying “WTF that’s not funny…”
You finally decided to get up and try to make the most of your day.
But you will soon realize you’re actually not a functional human being.
Yep, that’s right. The world just isn’t making sense right now.
You start to give up on life …
… and you wish your friends were there to cheer you up.
But your crappy day just keeps getting crappier.
And (literally) crappier.
But then a ray of sunshine comes shining down on you.
And everything seems a bit better.
And you’re ready to own the night once again!
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