Introduction

To be perfectly honest, this isn't my first blog I've attempted to make. I've made others, but they weren't of any real substance. They were about superficial bullshit that I only posted to make "internet me" cooler than "real life" me. 

So, here I am... trying to make a blog of honest substance. For all intensive purposes I have already decided that I wish to remain anonymous. I am going to change names for the sake of employment and so my friends don't murder me when I talk shit about them.

My name is Cheyenne Rhodes. I am twenty years old, I attend The University of Nevada and I suck at college. 

This fall I will be starting my third year at Reno and I don't know how I am doing so poorly. I feel like I am learning so much, but my grades are awful. My GPA is barely above a 2.0 and I don't know how to get better. I study a lot, do my homework, but I have this problem where I think teachers are going to give me extensions whenever I want them. I don't know why I try to,  "work the system" because I can't. I know that all I need to do is focus on school and only school.

The problem with focusing all your attention on school is that you start to go insane. I wouldn't say my friends and I are alcoholics, but we drink like we are. Our weekends start on Thursdays at a local bar called "The Little Waldorf," but locals call it, "The Wal". The thing is, we don't even start at The Wal. My roommates and I have one of our friends drop us off at a small karaoke bar called, "The Corkscroo" where they serve dollar shot until 11pm. So, we flag down some men to buy us a couple 1$ shots and then we are good to go by the time the party bus comes to drive us up Virginia St. to The Wal. 

One Thursday night at The Wal I bumped into this incredibly handsome guy from my English class (we'll call him Chris). The previous Thursday I tried to get Chris to dance with me and some guy came and dragged him away before we even got to the dance floor. But this time I could tell I had his full attention. He bought me a double cranberry vodka, himself a double jack and coke and then we hit the dance floor. Now, I don't want to brag... but I have a great ass and I know how to move it. After a couple songs of intense bumping and grinding he led me, off the dance floor, over to the bar where he ordered another round of drinks. He then led me over to where his friends were and introduced me to everyone. I have to admit I didn't remember any of their names for three reasons: 1. I don't even remember names sober 2. I was pretty wasted 3. Chris kept grabbing my ass... He excused himself to the restroom and I held his drink and talked to his friends for a while until he returned. We downed what was left of our drinks and went to the bar to get some more. After another twerk session and him spilling his drink down my shirt we went outside to cool off. We bummed a cigarette off someone and started making out on a picnic table outside. I vaguely remember him whispering in my ear, "Do you want to come home with me?" and me responding eagerly, "When?" and then he told me that we would go whenever his friends wanted to. And me being entirely too drunk, looked him in the eye and said, "Well, why do we have to wait?" and with those words he led me inside, went over to his friends and next thing I know I'm making out with sexy man, Chris from my English class in a cab. 

Later my friends told me Chris and I were only at The Wal for an hour and a half. That means we had 3 double drinks in an hour. I get drunk off 2 shots... and I had 6. 

I am going to let that be the explanation as to why I woke up naked in his arms. Thankfully I didn't black out so I remember exactly how I got there. I don't know what was better honestly, the drunken fun we had at The Wal and that night... or how he hit it in the morning. Oh my God. 

This was just the beginning of my weekend and I started it off with a bang....

Stay tuned for Friday night's events!

Cheyenne.