The time log for Oct. 31st Freshman year vs. Senior year follows:
Freshman 4:00 p.m.
With clammy hands and a racing heart, you ask an upperclassman to buy the cheapest bottle of vodka and you feel like a complete badass when the handle is in your possession.
Senior 4:00 p.m.
Ha, you’re napping (like, who are we kidding?).
Freshman 5:00 p.m.
You give yourself enough time to take a nice, long shower that is interrupted by your realization of having to shave.
Senior 5:00 p.m.
A light bulb goes off as you remember you recorded the season finale of The Real Housewives of OC and like always, you can’t fight your urge to watch reality TV (even though you should be showering).
Freshman 6:00 p.m.
As you lay out your costume, you reminisce about purchasing it weeks in advance and give yourself a pat on the back.
Senior 6:00 p.m.
Standing in front of your closet, you debate what you can throw together easily that will constitute as a costume.
Freshman 7:00 p.m.
Wand in hand, you make sure every strand of hair is in a perfect spiral.
Senior 7:00 p.m.
With no second thoughts you chuck the deuces to showering because that will take way too much effort and whip out the dry shampoo instead.
Freshman 8:00 p.m.
After all of those years watching CariDee on WNTW and the evolution Kylie Jenner’s face, you primp for perfection.
Senior 8:00 p.m.
You make an executive decision to keep the make up you already have on.
Freshman 9:00 p.m.
On schedule, your best friend at the time (because let’s be real, over the next four years you have a whole different set of friends) barges into your room because of a fashion crisis, reluctantly you assist.
Senior 9:00 p.m.
Spontaneously, you and your squad decide to dine out and stuff your faces with “zero f’s given” .
Freshman 10:00 p.m.
You get dressed and you’re feeling yourself so much that it demands you to take all the selfies with your squad.
Senior 10:00 p.m.
Your meal arrives and you’re feelin’ what you ordered so much that it demands you take a foodstagram.
Freshman 11:00 p.m.
Feeling tipsy enough to where your heels are slightly more comfortable; you decide it’s time to meet up with your crush and his friends for pregaming.
Senior 11:00 p.m.
Feeling barely buzzed from your drinks at dinner you decide it’s time to head to the Halloween party, after all it is your pregame.
Freshman 12:00 a.m.
You still don’t know how many shots it takes to get you drunk and take one too many (by that I mean you black out before making it to the party).
Senior 12:00 a.m.
After a few shots you and the rest of the upperclassmen head out to the bars.
Freshman 2:00 p.m. (the next day)
You wake up in one of the two locations: a bathroom or not your bedroom with no recollection of the night before and worst of all, you ain’t even mad about it.
Senior 3:00 a.m.
You make it home by a reasonable hour and the drunchies are coming in hot as your bed is calling your name.