life, life, life.
Life is draining. Physically. Mentally. And I'm sure you all know that. I just like to point out the obvious.
School school school. That is my life, it seems. I have no time for anything much. Well, except going out to bars. Speaking of which, I had my first horrible night. And my last. This is how it happened. Last Friday, a few of my friends and I were hanging out in one of our friend's room in a hotel (our school rented out a floor of a nearby hotel for students). So we were playing music and drinking soda, and the music was from my ipod, so I was all into it, and it was a great start of our night. One of my friends was drinking something, no big deal. Jack Daniels and Coke. And he had a lot. Well, over the course of the night. So he was, well, buzzed. And he has a very eccentric personality, so, he was super crazy. And when he's drunk, well, he gets aggressive. Anyways. He gets a call from this guy at our school that he befriended. He happens to be gay (my friend is soooo gay, but I think he's really more bi, but anywho). So, that person was going with a friend to a place called The Machine -- a gay bar/club. My friend agreed to go. Then BEGGED me to go with him. Pushing me. Pushing my friends who told him I shouldn't. Etc. Finally, I gave in, cause well, I wanted to go, but not really, but really. But not really. Skipping ahead, I felt like I needed a drink. Just to settle my nerves and get me a little kick...just so I won't feel so awkward.
We go to the room of the guy who asked my friend to go, who was with his roommate. Both of them are like flamboyantly gay. And I felt so awkward, cause I'm not used to it. So, they let me take a shot of vodka, praised the fact I didn't need to take a chaser after. And yeah. One led to 2, led to 4, led to 8? All within an hour. And I felt great. I was dancing, we were having a blast. But we ended up not going to the club, cause it got late. Instead, we went outside and I was greeting everyone who came into my building. I'm a blast when I'm...blasted. Or so I'm told. And I know I am, cause I never get so drunk that I can't remember anything. I remember everything that happened. Anyways, after a few hours of that, I was dragged back to my room. And when I settled down, my stomach unsettled. And long story short, I did some worshiping to the porcelain god, if you know what I mean. ._.
HORRIBLE NIGHT. Ugh. Alcohol.
Any ways.
I applied for this summer internship. I won't hear about it till March or April. I'm excited.
School's kicking my bum, but not really.
I HATE GEOMETRY. But not really. But I do. So much writing. I thought I'd get to sketch shapes. I even bought graphpaper. But no. Everything is computer-based, and proof-writing-based. Ugh.
Photo is fun. I am taking landscape pictures this weekend. :D
My directed study course -- which is my super awesome just for me class -- is going fine.
Japanese is going fine.
My chemistry class, horrible. The professor is...ugh. She graduated from my school like in 2004? Got her masters, and is back teaching. But doesn't know much about my class. Ugh. UGH. UUUUGH. I am not learning anything, and that makes me mad. DDD:
And other than that.
I'm super tired every day. I wish I can sleep more.
Maybe I'll go do that now.
Yes.
More updates later.
School school school. That is my life, it seems. I have no time for anything much. Well, except going out to bars. Speaking of which, I had my first horrible night. And my last. This is how it happened. Last Friday, a few of my friends and I were hanging out in one of our friend's room in a hotel (our school rented out a floor of a nearby hotel for students). So we were playing music and drinking soda, and the music was from my ipod, so I was all into it, and it was a great start of our night. One of my friends was drinking something, no big deal. Jack Daniels and Coke. And he had a lot. Well, over the course of the night. So he was, well, buzzed. And he has a very eccentric personality, so, he was super crazy. And when he's drunk, well, he gets aggressive. Anyways. He gets a call from this guy at our school that he befriended. He happens to be gay (my friend is soooo gay, but I think he's really more bi, but anywho). So, that person was going with a friend to a place called The Machine -- a gay bar/club. My friend agreed to go. Then BEGGED me to go with him. Pushing me. Pushing my friends who told him I shouldn't. Etc. Finally, I gave in, cause well, I wanted to go, but not really, but really. But not really. Skipping ahead, I felt like I needed a drink. Just to settle my nerves and get me a little kick...just so I won't feel so awkward.
We go to the room of the guy who asked my friend to go, who was with his roommate. Both of them are like flamboyantly gay. And I felt so awkward, cause I'm not used to it. So, they let me take a shot of vodka, praised the fact I didn't need to take a chaser after. And yeah. One led to 2, led to 4, led to 8? All within an hour. And I felt great. I was dancing, we were having a blast. But we ended up not going to the club, cause it got late. Instead, we went outside and I was greeting everyone who came into my building. I'm a blast when I'm...blasted. Or so I'm told. And I know I am, cause I never get so drunk that I can't remember anything. I remember everything that happened. Anyways, after a few hours of that, I was dragged back to my room. And when I settled down, my stomach unsettled. And long story short, I did some worshiping to the porcelain god, if you know what I mean. ._.
HORRIBLE NIGHT. Ugh. Alcohol.
Any ways.
I applied for this summer internship. I won't hear about it till March or April. I'm excited.
School's kicking my bum, but not really.
I HATE GEOMETRY. But not really. But I do. So much writing. I thought I'd get to sketch shapes. I even bought graphpaper. But no. Everything is computer-based, and proof-writing-based. Ugh.
Photo is fun. I am taking landscape pictures this weekend. :D
My directed study course -- which is my super awesome just for me class -- is going fine.
Japanese is going fine.
My chemistry class, horrible. The professor is...ugh. She graduated from my school like in 2004? Got her masters, and is back teaching. But doesn't know much about my class. Ugh. UGH. UUUUGH. I am not learning anything, and that makes me mad. DDD:
And other than that.
I'm super tired every day. I wish I can sleep more.
Maybe I'll go do that now.
Yes.
More updates later.