I hated highschool. I was always kinda knowned by everyone, but not really close to anyone. I am having a shit load more fun up at colllege.
As for memory, I had my brother buy me a fifth of captin. I work at a golf course that is closed on mondays, and all they employees golf then. Anyways, that was drinking time. My freind was the DD, and I finished almost all of the fifth by myself, and I wasn't much of a drinker, so I was GONE. Anyways, my freind the DD hadn't bought is tux for prom yet, so he takes me to the mall. he goes in, I follow, and I don't remember much after that. Then I ended up back in the passenger seat of my car. I stick my head out the window and puke all over the spot next to me (alot got on the car next to me) Anyways, my freind comes back, goes to the car, and it doesn't start. He messes around with it for a while and nothing. So I the drunk start tearing apart my car trying to get it to start. I had a fuel cut off switch, so I riped that area out, and to my drunk self, it looked good. After about an hour we finally gave and got a ride from someone else. I go back 5 hours later when I was sober, first thing I do, check the fueses. Yep, blown. Replace, starts fine.