The Perils of College Life...

I should not be awake right now. I'm going to be fucking miserable tomorrow at the game which i have to start getting ready for in about two hrs. (WAHOO-mother effin-WA)
It's been an interesting night:

I went to Red Robin tonight for a late dinner. It was amazing; one of the best meals I've had in awhile. I got back around 10:30, watched Tommy boy for awhile and went to bed at midnight, because I have to get up at 7.

I slept for about an hour and a half until one of my friends coming back from a night out woke me up (to ask me why i was asleep...jackass). I had trouble getting balks to sleep, so I went to the room next to mine and hung out with two guys who also stayed in tonight. Played a little Halo, joked around, got tired again so i went to my room. Another friend of mine, BK, came in shortly after and said "Hey, have you seen Brady (my good friend)?"

He then proceeded to tell me that he was at a party with Brady and watched him get drunk off his ass (apparently he was drinking straight from a handle) and that he was gonna be in a horrible condition when he got home. BK was pretty drunk and it was to the point where he sobered up to tell me how bad Brady was, which worried me. I called Brady and he answered but we got cut off due to crappy service. He got in a couple of words before we got disconnected so I knew who he was with and wasn't worried anymore (Brady's a big boy, he can take care of himself, right?). I get in bed again when Doozy comes to my door and tells me "hey, Brady won't listen to me and I had to carry him home, go getcha boy." Doozy was drunk so I told him to go to bed and went to see what was up. I walk down the hall to see what's up with Brady. He's half-sitting, half-sprawled out on the ground, crying and staring at his phone. I run and grab a water bottle from a friends room and go balks to try and get Brady back to his room. I spend about fifteen minutes convincing him to walk balks, all the while he's blabbering about girls and why I'm still up and how Doozy abandoned him (if you know who Doozy is, know that he did NOT leave Brady. he actually walked him all the way balks from the party). His knuckles are bloody and he doesn't know why. He can hardly talk and he spits with every other word. It's disgusting.

Brady is normally an incredibly responsible, intelligent, honorable good guy to be around. This is sad. I'm not against alcohol, but drinking until you're like this is ridiculous. It isn't even fun, he's gonna wake up tomorrow still drunk and as soon as he sobers up, he will be hung over like no other.

So that's why i'm still up, and am gonna be miserable at the biggest game of the season tomorrow/today. He's gonna catch some heavy shit from me tomorrow.

It just sucks to see someone close to you so helpless...

Maybe I can get some sleep now.