stressed out, but had a great weekend
these past few weeks have been rough. i've had so many papers to do and for some reason they're all within the same 2-3 weeks. gah. i have no time to myself during the week. each paper takes at least 3 days to write, considering i have to pull quotes, write the outline, then write and revise the actual paper. the plus side is that i don't have as many midterms. i guess its an even exchange. still i can' wait for spring break, which is the 1st week of april. yay.
sometimes i wonder if its all worth it. i sure hope so. i dont know what to do with my life after college. the thought of it is alarming and i tend to avoid it as much as possible. yet it infiltrates my mind each day. i wonder what i do all this work for. if i had motivation, like some distant goal that i could possibly reach eventually, it would make things a lot easier.
other things going wrong - i broke my ipod. it had an "accident" lets just say. but i got a new one and its a nano and its pink and its shiny and its sexy. i didnt use it yet because i'm afraid to withoput a case lol.
the weekend was fun. i did absolutely no schoolwork whatsoever and now i am paying the price by staying up till around 2-3 each night, but thats besides the point. meeny, mike, and lauren came over on fri night. we wanted to go clubbing, but there were no clubs that were 18+. i hate long island. sooo instead i called matt, asked him to bring over beer, and he agreed. he's so awesome. we drank a lot and it was fun. i threw up. it was my first time throwing up on alcohol in my entire life (i think cuz it was beer and cuz i had like 5 in one hour). meeny held my hair back while i puked. she is a great friend. i fell asleep i think, but i don't remember it. all i remember was waking up the next morning and seeing kev leave. hah. i hope i didnt do anything gay when i was drinking.
my mom didnt care that we were drinking. she was more annoyed at the fact that we kept her up half the night cuz we were too loud (oops). when she saw me carrying 3 armfulls of empty beer bottles downstairs the next morning, she gave me this look like, "ah not again." lol. and i was like, "ma, thes eempty beer bottles are the sign of a good weekend. you should be happy for me." she laughed. it was quite amusing.
the next morning me and matt slept till i had to go to work. it was great. then after work, he came over again and we were supposed to go bowling with meeny but instead went to the movies (my 2nd time to the movies that weekend; the 1st was with my sis on fri night). the movie (the number 23) was pretty good. we got home late and stayed up til like 5am then slept into sunday until i had to go to work at 6pm the next day.
so, i slept for like 2 days straight, drank in excess and puked, went to the movies twice, and did everything i shouldn't have done and nothing i should have done. definetely the sign of a good weekend.
sometimes i wonder if its all worth it. i sure hope so. i dont know what to do with my life after college. the thought of it is alarming and i tend to avoid it as much as possible. yet it infiltrates my mind each day. i wonder what i do all this work for. if i had motivation, like some distant goal that i could possibly reach eventually, it would make things a lot easier.
other things going wrong - i broke my ipod. it had an "accident" lets just say. but i got a new one and its a nano and its pink and its shiny and its sexy. i didnt use it yet because i'm afraid to withoput a case lol.
the weekend was fun. i did absolutely no schoolwork whatsoever and now i am paying the price by staying up till around 2-3 each night, but thats besides the point. meeny, mike, and lauren came over on fri night. we wanted to go clubbing, but there were no clubs that were 18+. i hate long island. sooo instead i called matt, asked him to bring over beer, and he agreed. he's so awesome. we drank a lot and it was fun. i threw up. it was my first time throwing up on alcohol in my entire life (i think cuz it was beer and cuz i had like 5 in one hour). meeny held my hair back while i puked. she is a great friend. i fell asleep i think, but i don't remember it. all i remember was waking up the next morning and seeing kev leave. hah. i hope i didnt do anything gay when i was drinking.
my mom didnt care that we were drinking. she was more annoyed at the fact that we kept her up half the night cuz we were too loud (oops). when she saw me carrying 3 armfulls of empty beer bottles downstairs the next morning, she gave me this look like, "ah not again." lol. and i was like, "ma, thes eempty beer bottles are the sign of a good weekend. you should be happy for me." she laughed. it was quite amusing.
the next morning me and matt slept till i had to go to work. it was great. then after work, he came over again and we were supposed to go bowling with meeny but instead went to the movies (my 2nd time to the movies that weekend; the 1st was with my sis on fri night). the movie (the number 23) was pretty good. we got home late and stayed up til like 5am then slept into sunday until i had to go to work at 6pm the next day.
so, i slept for like 2 days straight, drank in excess and puked, went to the movies twice, and did everything i shouldn't have done and nothing i should have done. definetely the sign of a good weekend.