I wake up I have a horrid headache and feel like I'm going to puke again. Its clear I'm hungover. Gosh mom's going to be pissed if she finds out. I crawl out of bed and into the shower. As soon as the hot water hits me i feel a sharp pain, even the simple heat of the wear hurts my sensitive head. I wash my hair,body,and then I shave my legs. I turn off the water and hop out i wrap myself in a towel as I feel the goose bumps crawl up my arms. I dry my hair and put on some sweats and a t shirt and climb back into bed for several hours. I wake up again to the piercing screech to my alarm clock. I quickly hit the snooze and try to settle back into a sleep. My mom will expect me up in an hour or so as usual and I can't look hungover, my solution make up. I will dab on some concealer and a flurry of powder to cover up my pail green face. I will puton some lip balm and lip stick to hide my chapped lips. And i will brush my teeth several times to replace the smell of beer and puke. As I lay in bed for 15 minutes I try to recall what in the hell happened last night. I know i was The Rose last night with some friends and we had a lot to drink (clearly). I remember I met this amazingly hot guy oh crap what was his name... oh yeah it was David. "I wonder if I got his number" I ask myself out loud, as i snatch up my phone. My phone aways greets me with the same boring home screen, slide to unlock. As i drag the bar across i am blinded by the extremely powerful light, my head throbs. i quickly lock the screen and return to my thoughts. I must have gotten drunk and Bethy must have sneaked me back into my house through my basement window. I also recall puking several times in the bathroom at the club. I will call Bethy to get the entire story later, just as I settle into a deep sleep again the snooze goes off. I slap the OFF button and get out of bed. I slurp down 3 Aleve's and down a glass of water. I then complete my genius Saturdays morning routine. I them traipse into my closet and find a blue button up blouse and a navey pencil skirt. I have to look professional today my parents have some big business executive coming in from London to have dinner with us and discuss daddy's new car design. I straighten my hair and pul it into a bun, i think I look very classy. Daddy will be pleased, I usualy strut around in my short-shorts from aeropostle and my holster t shirts, daddy absalutly hates that look. I look into the mirror I see my green eyes and my brown hair, i also see my face that looks completely normal. I smuge some brown eyeshadow on and some brown mascara, this is also an improvment from my vibrent blue eyeshadow black eyeliner and fake spakely eyelashes. Wich my dad also does not aprove of. i quickly get on facebook to see if there is more clus as to what happened last night. I log in and see i have 32 notifacations and 3 friend requests. First i click on the friend requests: James Smith, David Andrew, and Kassie Vergil. I have no idea who James is so i ignor. I recodnize David from the club so i accept his request. And Kassie is my dorky cousn from kansas so i hit ignor. I am now up to 2896 friends. i then go and look at my notifacations; Bethy Dasandra added 32 photos to the album "Partying Hard" most of them consist of us dancing drinking and one of my making out with who looks like David. "Great" i think to myself he will think im interested wich let the record show im not. Well I dont know maybe i am. I log out put on a pair of black heels and go meet my parents in the dining room for brunch. One of our maids serves me a salad with hard boiled egg and toast.
