Exams, pants, bars, and boys.
So, I just finished failing my Stat exam. Gee, wasn't that just fun, fun, fun. Oh, no. I think it was not. But I had sushi for lunch so all is well. At least until I get my grade. It will take something stronger than salmon to make me happy again after that.
My new uniform pants are not the same color as my old uniform pants. How odd. They also seem to be a bit snug, which could be more my fault than the fault of the company. We must not kid ourselves. I'm getting all huggable (ie chubby) in the middle region. I have GOT to remedy that. My fleece jacket is quite warm and snuggly, but I'm not allowed to wear it outside of the park (unless I'm going to or from work.) Boo-urns. No windbreaker as of yet. Backorder.
No Pearl tonight, sadly, as my lady has to work early on Friday morning. Well, I do too, but the Pearl is worth it. She doesn't like the Pearl much anymore, but if I don't get back soon I'll be... well, unhappy I guess. Nothing dramatic. My head won't explode or anything like that. Still. They dance floor lights up! LIGHTS UP! C'mon, I gotta see that. That's an Art Bar throw back.
I have a new "friend" on MySpace who said to me "now we can tell each other online how much we hate each other." Charming. I know the kid likes me, but I don't much like him back. He said some mean things to me at the party and I still think he needs to apologize. Hmph.
Maybe I'll go visit Ashwee... we never see each other anymore and that is very very sad.
I was contemplaing going to the Gator tonight, but do I really want to go if I can't drink? I think the answer is no. I can't deal with the Gator unless I'm tipsy or better.
This semester needs to end. Then again... spring term is going to be very stressful.
Ooohh, "Welcome to the Jungle" is on the TV. Must go play air guitar now.