Friday rolls around and you're ready to party.

You've had a good week and you are really just feelin' yourself. You straight killed an exam or maybe you're just celebrating the fact that you went to (most) of your classes for the week.

You start getting ready and you catch a glimpse of your fly self in the mirror, but you still give yourself a quick pep talk just to make sure you're ready for the night.

You come out of your room with your outfit game on FLEEK.

NOW IT'S TIME TO PARTY!

You start drinking with your friends and you're feeling like...

Finally, you decide to venture out to the bars only to be overwhelmed in a sea of underclassmen.

You're eventually distracted when the DJ finally plays "YOUR JAM"!

A few drinks later, the drunk dialing/texting begins...

And of course you offer your friends some extremely sound dating advice.

Drunk texting inevitably leads to drunk crying in the bathroom when you just can't understand why he only put one "y" at the end of his okay does he like hate you now???? 

After a bit of bargaining with your friends, you convince your friend that maybe showing up at someone's apartment at 2 in the morning to talk about feelings isn't the best idea and maybe bed is (you sweeten the deal with the promise of pizza and or Cane's).

Once everyone is home safe and sound, you wake up the next day, recover and REPEAT.