"Oh That's Not True. Ryan Phillippe Is Good For My Body."
Let's recap the week, shall we?
Monday: Busy as hell. Got wasted.
Tuesday: Slept a LOT. Realized I had a midterm Wednesday and attempted to study. Then I gave up on studying and went out to celebrate Welker's birthday and got a bit tipsy. (Happy 19th!) And I find out this girl who's dating my friend is jealous of me. Why? I have no idea. We've been friend's since the 4th grade, I'm no threat to her, I don't get it. Besides, he picked her, not me. But that's another story I'm not going into.
Wednesday: Again, busy as hell. Took a test. Don't think I ate. Took my midterm online, got a B, rushed to rehearsal. On my way to rehearsal found out it was canceled and I was pissed because I rushed on my midterm to make it on time.
Thursday: Slept in. Did lots of laundry. Got foam all over me. Find out I have a midterm the next day. Find out the midterm is pushed to Monday. Went to rehearsal and got slapped in the face by a girl I refer to as "that cuntbitch" (I don't like her very much.) For whatever reason the director told her to do it. I don't know, it pissed me off. Took an hour shower and showered all the foam out of my hair and ears. Went to my premiere!!!! It went really well and I was happy about it. Went to the premeire party. Got wasted. I mean WASTED.
Friday: Oh, Friday. Slept in. Missed my first class, late to my second class, and found out I had a midterm on Monday. Got my script for Madness. Went to the rest of my classes. Went to Madness rehearsal. Ate. Went to Madness and it was actually really cool. And then. After Madness. My least favorite person in the world comes down to visit my dear friend. (I'm leaving out names for a reason.) I call him, he comes to meet me. Already shitfaced. Drags me to some random ass party, gets even more beligerent. I run into a couple other friends at the party. They're all wasted off their asses. I'm totally sober. I end up taking care of them the whole night (which was not fun for me at all.) One of the girls I ran into at the party pissed me off royally but I won't go into that. Come back to my dorm. Get ready for bed. Try to close the door and a kid from down the hall comes in with an ice cream cone and drips it all over my floor and carpet. Mind you it's 3 in the morning at this point and I'm still really confused as to where he got the ice cream cone. Then I kick him out and I call my mom to complain about how I'm worried about my one friend and how I'm stressed and pissed at people and she ends up getting mad at me! Why?! I have no fucking clue but that just made my night worse.
Saturday: Wake up late and have to get ready in like 20 minutes so I can be on set in time. Film. Get pissed off. Go sleep for most of the day. Go hang out with a kid I met at orientation. Get tipsy. Go bowling. Eat ramen. Go to sleep.
Sunday: Wake up late yet again and have 20 minutes to get ready and be on set. Film. Have a few laughs. Go eat. Watch Chicago. Pass out. Go eat again. Call my mommy. Be homesick. Fall asleep again. Sit on my ass and eat oreos. Make a LiveJournal entry. Attempt to do homework and study for my midterms. Read. Fall asleep hopefully.
In short. I had a shitty week. And a shitty weekend.
Monday: Busy as hell. Got wasted.
Tuesday: Slept a LOT. Realized I had a midterm Wednesday and attempted to study. Then I gave up on studying and went out to celebrate Welker's birthday and got a bit tipsy. (Happy 19th!) And I find out this girl who's dating my friend is jealous of me. Why? I have no idea. We've been friend's since the 4th grade, I'm no threat to her, I don't get it. Besides, he picked her, not me. But that's another story I'm not going into.
Wednesday: Again, busy as hell. Took a test. Don't think I ate. Took my midterm online, got a B, rushed to rehearsal. On my way to rehearsal found out it was canceled and I was pissed because I rushed on my midterm to make it on time.
Thursday: Slept in. Did lots of laundry. Got foam all over me. Find out I have a midterm the next day. Find out the midterm is pushed to Monday. Went to rehearsal and got slapped in the face by a girl I refer to as "that cuntbitch" (I don't like her very much.) For whatever reason the director told her to do it. I don't know, it pissed me off. Took an hour shower and showered all the foam out of my hair and ears. Went to my premiere!!!! It went really well and I was happy about it. Went to the premeire party. Got wasted. I mean WASTED.
Friday: Oh, Friday. Slept in. Missed my first class, late to my second class, and found out I had a midterm on Monday. Got my script for Madness. Went to the rest of my classes. Went to Madness rehearsal. Ate. Went to Madness and it was actually really cool. And then. After Madness. My least favorite person in the world comes down to visit my dear friend. (I'm leaving out names for a reason.) I call him, he comes to meet me. Already shitfaced. Drags me to some random ass party, gets even more beligerent. I run into a couple other friends at the party. They're all wasted off their asses. I'm totally sober. I end up taking care of them the whole night (which was not fun for me at all.) One of the girls I ran into at the party pissed me off royally but I won't go into that. Come back to my dorm. Get ready for bed. Try to close the door and a kid from down the hall comes in with an ice cream cone and drips it all over my floor and carpet. Mind you it's 3 in the morning at this point and I'm still really confused as to where he got the ice cream cone. Then I kick him out and I call my mom to complain about how I'm worried about my one friend and how I'm stressed and pissed at people and she ends up getting mad at me! Why?! I have no fucking clue but that just made my night worse.
Saturday: Wake up late and have to get ready in like 20 minutes so I can be on set in time. Film. Get pissed off. Go sleep for most of the day. Go hang out with a kid I met at orientation. Get tipsy. Go bowling. Eat ramen. Go to sleep.
Sunday: Wake up late yet again and have 20 minutes to get ready and be on set. Film. Have a few laughs. Go eat. Watch Chicago. Pass out. Go eat again. Call my mommy. Be homesick. Fall asleep again. Sit on my ass and eat oreos. Make a LiveJournal entry. Attempt to do homework and study for my midterms. Read. Fall asleep hopefully.
In short. I had a shitty week. And a shitty weekend.