Tonite I met a boy named Matt. He is fifty percent drunk and claims to have a mental picture of me in his head.
I highly suspect I'll never hear him again.
Work schedule (more for me then anyone):
10.14 - GREs @ 10:30 am
10.15 - Seeing my sister and nephew :-) for dinner before going back to Drew
10.16 - Research Methods Midterms
Research Methods drafts due
History of Psych hmwk (which means actually having to read....)
10.17 - Theories of Personality presentation/paper.... (Be ready for me to ask you what to do...)
10.18 - American Revolution Midterm
Basically, I'm not sleeping for three days. But that's okay! I have....
VIVARIN! And to sleep when I'm done with this half-week of stress?
Tylenol! You know when you get to the point where you're so tired, you can't sleep? Or when you just can't bring yourself to sleep? That's me. And like everything else I do, there is a reason. Which makes sense to me.
In my head.
BTW - The end conclusion on the birthday:
1) You will never see me that happy again.
2) I realized several things, including (but not limited to) how awesome my friends are.
3) I can't deal with the repercussions, some self-imposed, some not.
4) I only wish I didn't have to leave home after only a little more then 48 hours.