9 a.m.:

You slightly arise from the dead, realizing the day ahead of you will be a tough one. Your body is still intact with no broken bones; so far successful. You decide this little victory is enough to go back to sleep.

11:30 a.m.:

Your suitemate flicks on your light, you immediately swoop the covers over your head. What kind of evil does that?

11:32 a.m.:

She asks how you are feeling.

11:33 a.m.:

She keeps asking you questions, but yet you can barely give any response.

11:30 a.m.:

After she leaves, you jump up to find the closest bottle of liquid you can find. Must. Hydrate. Body.

11:50 a.m.:

Your stomach starts rumbling, you knew that much vodka couldn't stay inside you forever.

12:30 p.m.:

You finally make your way into the kitchen, where the rest of your suitemates are slowly piecing your "awesome" night out together. But one thing is for sure; YOU NEED FOOD.

12:45 p.m.:

As you discuss the events that happened that night, you horrifically remember a moment from the night.

12:46 p.m.:

That awkward kiss from the Tinder boy you "accidently" ran into. Damn it, why did I do that?!

12:55 p.m.:

That's when you decide to check your Snapchat story, it can't get that much worse right?

12:56 p.m.:

There you are....dancing....like you've never danced before.

12:57 p.m.:

Your friends ask why you look so distraught, you tell them they have 30 seconds to look at your story before all evidence is erased.

12:58 p.m.:

They just think it's soooooo funny.

1 p.m.:

You realize maybe today...you just can't. You convince your roommate to come binge watch "Orange is the New Black" with you until you fall back asleep.

8 p.m.: