gak!
I'm having "Adult moments" --hating my 18 year old sister for being the obnoxious crazy teen she is (well, she could manage a simple phone call when she's out past 1:30 so that we can sleep knowing she's alive and okay!)... and the urge to be responsible again. Scholastically!
Maybe it was because of how stupid I felt on Saturday. When I drank like crazy, drank crazy-fast, and mixed alcohol like (you guessed it!) crazy. And puked up a half dozen times before 11pm and had to be abandoned @ Jeck's place while they went dancing. And then the 2 or so more times I puked Sunday-day, recovering. And how pukie my pants were. And how retarded gin makes me, as if it attacks my moral core before numbing every ounce of the rest of my body in a way no other alcohol known to man can.
It meant that I didn't get to go dancing! AND I REALLY REALLY WANTED TO! And I re-looked at my college plans, and realized I really want to do that so I need to finish classes and finish 'em well! Because if I don't, then... well, I already can't graduate this year (my fourth year) with the 3 year degree b/c I missed the date to apply to graduate. So next fall I need to graduate. If my GPA is super-low, they'll say, "Yea, you took summer classes and such to make up for missed 4-year-degree classes, but you suck so much we're not giving you credit for it... 3 year degree to you!"
Not that it really matters (though, in the long run, it could!), but how pathetic would that be?
And my urge to get a job? Whoa! Where'd that come from!
And all this enthusiasm was born just in time to venture out into the ridiculous bitter cold and insane winds plaguing my area. Because that's not a bubble-popping, kick-'em-while-they're-still-sorta-down kind of downer, not at all!
Haha!
Maybe it was because of how stupid I felt on Saturday. When I drank like crazy, drank crazy-fast, and mixed alcohol like (you guessed it!) crazy. And puked up a half dozen times before 11pm and had to be abandoned @ Jeck's place while they went dancing. And then the 2 or so more times I puked Sunday-day, recovering. And how pukie my pants were. And how retarded gin makes me, as if it attacks my moral core before numbing every ounce of the rest of my body in a way no other alcohol known to man can.
It meant that I didn't get to go dancing! AND I REALLY REALLY WANTED TO! And I re-looked at my college plans, and realized I really want to do that so I need to finish classes and finish 'em well! Because if I don't, then... well, I already can't graduate this year (my fourth year) with the 3 year degree b/c I missed the date to apply to graduate. So next fall I need to graduate. If my GPA is super-low, they'll say, "Yea, you took summer classes and such to make up for missed 4-year-degree classes, but you suck so much we're not giving you credit for it... 3 year degree to you!"
Not that it really matters (though, in the long run, it could!), but how pathetic would that be?
And my urge to get a job? Whoa! Where'd that come from!
And all this enthusiasm was born just in time to venture out into the ridiculous bitter cold and insane winds plaguing my area. Because that's not a bubble-popping, kick-'em-while-they're-still-sorta-down kind of downer, not at all!
Haha!