Sunday is slow day

Right now I am sitting in my room enjoying the fact that my parents just went to Costco so I don't have to do any chores right now. But I am pretty annoyed that they left their clothes in the washer because I REALLY need to wash clothes. Especially for my trip next week! So fucking stoked that I am finally going.
But, lately, I've been having a lot of second thoughts. And it doesn't help that there's fucking pop-ups for schools that I wanted to go to but never applied for. I pretty much regret not applying for other schools. It would suck if I find out that I really don't want to take Graphic Design as a major when I'm already at FIDM. There's always the option of transferring. But I'm not sure where that would leave me if I go to another school because there's no basic first year; you just jump right into your major. I think that's a good thing for people who really, really know what they want to do. I'm not 100% that I want to do this, but I want to. Confusing, I know. I hate my brain sometimes. And like most people start in summer for FIDM but I'm starting in Fall. But I really need a break from school.
So yesterday I hung out with Pomai, Jasmine, and Jeremy at the Lucero house. We didn't really do anything for a while except watch people play video games. We eventually left for fear of someone... We picked up some tequila and jello and that resulted in the greatest jello shots ever! It's called The Pomai because he is just so damn epic. Even though I hate the texture of jello I was able to handle it. Regardless, I liked it. And we only made one box at a time. So we had to wait like three hours. And I only had three from the first batch. And by the time it was ready I wanted to go to sleep. We watched Down Periscope and I guess it was funny but kinda boring. There were parts that were pretty hilarious. The whale call part was absolutely brilliant.
Pomai being the genius that he is took a shot of five different kinds of alcohol, two different flavors of parrot bay, tequila, some kind of vodka, and I think gin. I felt bad laughing at him, but it was just so fucking stupid to do that. But when he started to gag that just made me laugh more. Like why the fuck would you do that?
I think I hear a cigarette calling my name.