Nothing beats a night out with your besties, but it will feel like someone is physically beating you the next day. At least if you go out on the weekends, you usually have a few days to recover from your love/hate relationship with Jack, Jim, and Jose. There's always those nights to be a weekday warrior, too, though. Your friends have a great idea to go out on Thursday night because ladies drink for free, so of course you're so there! There's only one problem with this plan and that is that you still have class on Friday. So, just be prepared to look, smell, and feel like shit while walking to class the next day. When you wake up bright and early on Friday morning you'll most likely be thinking these things to yourself:

*alarm goes off continually* Where's my phone?!?!?!

Please just make the alarm turn off.

*finds phone and turns stupid alarm off.*

Where the hell am I?!

What happened last night???

Are my friends alive?

*sends out group message*

Oh, thank god I made it back to my room.

Is this my room or is this Hell?

This has to be Hell on earth.

*sits up too fast* Why is the room spinning?

I NEED WAAAAATTEEEERRRRRRR!

Wow, my head feels like 1,000 tiny men are inside of it doing construction work.

PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!! IM BEGGING YOU.

*sobs quietly*

I'm pretty sure I'm actually dying.

Oh, shit! I have to be at class in 15 minutes.

If I try to take a shower, I'll probably throw up.

Maybe that would be a good idea?

I don't have time for that.

Will people remember that I wore this outfit out last night or will they just think I've overly dressed for the day?

Guess we will find out. YOLO!

I don't need to do my makeup because I already have enough on from last night.

Jenna Marbles told me that was acceptable, so it's fine.

I'll put sunglasses on just in case.

*puts backpack on* I think I'm going to throw up.

False alarm!

Oh my god, it's so hot outside.

I could really use a blue Gatorade right about now.

Something reeks of alcohol.

It's just my sweat. Great.

I'd rather get hit by a car than make this walk to class.

Maybe I'll just purposely try to get hit by a car so I won't have to go.

Thank god I haven't seen anyone I know.

Spoke too soon.

Awesome. A campus tour. I think I'm going to vomit.

Oh my god, I'm actually going to vomit.

*throws up*

Welcome to college, kids!

I'm never drinking again.

Alcohol is the devil.

What are the chances I'll be able to sleep in class?

I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy.

I'm starving.

I bet Cookout would cure this unbearable pain.

I can't wait to get home and sleep for hours.

Hangovers effing suck!!!