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Five bruises, scraped wrist and hand, and a backache. My body officially hates me.
It's going to take me all of four days to break my "Ohh I'm not drinking til May 6th" thing. Way to go, me.
Sorry if I told you I would be staying in Clemson this summer to work with GE. I changed my mind at the last minute, and I'll be working with Coty instead. I'd like to call it a "cream production" job.
How come it doesn't seem to affect me that I have a huge presentation and paper due on Thursday on a subject I haven't finished researching? Why am I not concerned that I have homework assignments due in two other Thursday classes that I haven't started? What keeps me from being stressed about the fact that I have to tear up all my finals to get the grades I want? How come I can run on 3-6 hours of sleep a night all weekend long, but as soon as the weekdays come, I get cranky and sleepy on days after 8 hours of sleep? Most importantly, why did I spend only 30 minutes working on all these assignments last night before calling it quits as compared to the hours I spent discussing manliness and lesbian vests?
(stolen from the old website, just making sure the list keeps growing)
It's a good thing I had an awesome weekend because this is the last time I'll have alcohol in my body until May 6. That doesn't sound like a long time at all, but if you consider the fact that 4 of the last 6 nights, I've been drunk, you realize... that I'm an alcoholic. It's definitely time to cut down. Not to mention exams are in a week.
I just remembered one of the funniest things said to me last night: "You can just tell she's a bitch cause she has really overplucked eyebrows. I mean, come on!"
Today, I got the following items on my pants: spaghetti sauce, mayonnaise, berry kiwi juice, and a pickle.
I've been cut a lot of breaks lately, and I'm starting to get paranoid that it's going to come back and ruin everything.
Things that make me happy include: laying out in the sun, bonding with people over mutual adoration of tequila, crazy coincidences, drunk dials and early AM calls, hanging out with old friends and new people, drinking 40s, celebrating birthdays, watching Angel get hit on by 30 year old men that top out at 5'1", eating at the Waffle House, receiving (and very loosely giving) piggy back rides, eating BEEZERS while drunk, and finding out my parents bought a tandem kayak.


I was driving around listening to the radio, and this commercial for Hardees came on. Like the rest of the commercials, it's just a monologue, but this time it was a kid with a significant lisp. He starts to talking and eventually explains that he lost his tooth on a burger. Okay, that definitely needs to be taken off the radio because it is disturbing and obscene. Thanks.
From the time I was little, one thing I've always loved is having a defined group of good friends. In elementary school, there was a group of four of us girls who got along really well. We traded stickers, had sleepovers, and shared secrets. When I switched to public school in the 6th grade, things were kind of rocky for a little bit because everyone was new to me. I eventually found this group of about eight who loved spending time together. The girls even had a "notebook" (you know you had one) to keep each other up to date. By high school, some of the people moved in different directions, but it's all natural when some kids try to grow up too fast and some kids never figure out how to. Some of us changed, more people came in, but by the end of high school, I had found two amazing friends who I love, and we had an awesome group of people we frequently hung out with. In college, I made the mistake that everyone tells you to avoid freshman year, and that was dating someone as soon as the opportunity came up. And then when that ended, I dated someone else. Even still, I got to know a lot of good people over the past couple of years, and I felt like things would follow in the pattern that my life has always taken. But now, in my junior year of college, I can honestly say that I've never had a group of friends so irreverent of each other. Maybe a lot of the pain didn't involve me, but if someone's got the capacity to hurt someone they care about, they can do it to me too. So stop hurting each other, stop trying to form "sides", stop causing drama when it shouldn't even exist. Find new people so that this group doesn't become entirely too incestuous. I'm done guys.
Two cool things about today:
I called my mom on her cell phone yesterday, and much to my surprise, the old man answered. He never answers the phone, even when I call the house phone. If he does answer the phone, he immediately says, "Just a minute" and hands the phone to ma. When he picked up this time, I said, "Ohh, it's you!" He said, "What... I just never answered ma's cell phone before cause I didn't know how to answer it." Apparently, although members of my family have had Nokias for years, my dad had never figured out that the biggest button on those phones answers it. It's not like cell phones are the only thing that's a problem to him. The other day, I received an email that my mom forwarded to me. The message was, "Send this out to the girls" from my dad. Why does the old man struggle so hard with technology...
On my way to school today, I noticed my gas light went on, but I didn't have time to fill my tank. I saw that gas was $2.09/gallon, and I was thinking that was bullshit since gas was $1.59/gallon back in January. Anyway, I finally got a chance to fill up around 7:45pm today, and I went to the SAME gas station I passed earlier, and gas was $2.16/gallon!!! So figure that one out for me, how the gas prices went up 7 cents in 7 hours...
This daylight savings stuff is crap. I'm already far enough behind this weekend...