You start the night off with a few forced pictures so your friends know you actually have a social life. Your smile is so forced it looks completely different than a smile.

Nevertheless, you are determined to go out tonight. You hit up your close friends and let them know that it is time to raise hell.

Except your lame friend says they can't find anywhere to go. If you want something done right, do it yourself.

Your squad walks into the party like something out of a movie. All eyes are on you and you are ready for a great night.

You've needed this night all week. Nothing will stop you from having the best night of your life, or at least the best night of the week.

Your friends always seem to find someone to "hook-up" with a lot quicker than you. This doesn't stop you from trying.

You're not afraid to put yourself out there for potential hook-ups to see.

They ask you what you're like and you don't know what to say, so you try and keep it simple.

When they don't find you to be as awesome as you know you are, you just can't understand why.

At this point some people would turn to their friends for a little sidekick action.

Your friends try and introduce you to some "nice" people. They always end up being crazy. Every time, trust me.

At some point in the night your mom/dad/grandma calls to see how college is going. You answer before you realize the sound of the party is pretty evident in the background.

And like clockwork, your ex calls you and you pick up. You still haven't learned not to pick up. But at least you know how to hang up.

Then it hits you. Something is wrong. You need to make your way back to your friends.

Whether it be punching some jerk or making up an excuse to get them away from a creep, you come to your friends rescue.

Your friend's aren't always as thankful as you feel they should be. Other times they blame you for not acting quickly enough.

Usually halfway through the night you put everything that's happened so far behind you. Tonight will still be awesome. No one is going to ruin that.

You finally get to where you want to be at the party and it feels good to get all that stress out of your system.

Some people will always question your happiness.

Now it's time for late night food. Usually greasy and something you only eat on weekend nights is the classic go-to at this moment.

At this point your friend is making those bad decisions again and they take your phone for whatever reason. Maybe it's to text you friends something stupid or share an embarrassing picture of you. Well, you can't let that happen so you turn towards your only option. Yes, you decide to wrestle your friend for their phone.

In the end, they don't realize what was at stake for you. You did the only reasonable thing, and you're not sorry about it.

You come home to your drunk roommate and see they have decided to do something incredibly dumb... again. Maybe they really thought toothpaste was food.

Sometimes their manners are still active and they offer you some.

But you know what they really want. What they really need. Let's just say you're an awesome roommate.

When you wake up your friend tells you how right you were about that last drink or bad decision they made last night. Even after you warned them a thousand times not to do it. Yet, are they ever grateful? No.

Once you finally wake up and get dressed you're already late for whatever it is you have to do that day. You'd love nothing more than to go to a diner and eat food, but you can't. Last night was your time for fun.