Little 500
Well, Little 5 could have been worse, could have been better.
I had fun, even though I sobered up waaaay too quickly Saturday night, for no real reason at all. I do have a newfound love for flippy cup, though.
Thursday night was my main party night at the KDR house. I got pretty much smashed even though us girls didn't participate in the Beer Olympics (there was a new Grey's on, you see). I met some cool new people and forgot almost all of their names. I think when I tried to get hammered again Saturday my body was just like, "How about no?" So I guess I hit my threshold. Which I didn't know I had.
At least no one I know got arrested this year.
Well, the semester is almost over, and to that I say - Thank God. I can't wait for summer. All the complainers will leave B-town and I'll have much more time for friends (Avon and otherwise). Nothing but work and play...and I'm looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to fall semester though - all the good people at Outback are leaving (with the exception of like, 2 people), I'm taking 18 credit hours, and I'll be an upperclassman with the strange feeling that I haven't quite figured this out yet.
Things are unnecessarily stressful right now and I'm hoping to change that. 12 credit hours shouldn't have me so stressed out, not even at the end of the semester. Trust me.
I've got a constant pit in my stomach and I'm trying to figure out how to remove it.
Also, I swear I will lose weight this summer if it kills me. And it just might.
Spanish time!
I had fun, even though I sobered up waaaay too quickly Saturday night, for no real reason at all. I do have a newfound love for flippy cup, though.
Thursday night was my main party night at the KDR house. I got pretty much smashed even though us girls didn't participate in the Beer Olympics (there was a new Grey's on, you see). I met some cool new people and forgot almost all of their names. I think when I tried to get hammered again Saturday my body was just like, "How about no?" So I guess I hit my threshold. Which I didn't know I had.
At least no one I know got arrested this year.
Well, the semester is almost over, and to that I say - Thank God. I can't wait for summer. All the complainers will leave B-town and I'll have much more time for friends (Avon and otherwise). Nothing but work and play...and I'm looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to fall semester though - all the good people at Outback are leaving (with the exception of like, 2 people), I'm taking 18 credit hours, and I'll be an upperclassman with the strange feeling that I haven't quite figured this out yet.
Things are unnecessarily stressful right now and I'm hoping to change that. 12 credit hours shouldn't have me so stressed out, not even at the end of the semester. Trust me.
I've got a constant pit in my stomach and I'm trying to figure out how to remove it.
Also, I swear I will lose weight this summer if it kills me. And it just might.
Spanish time!