"But, y'know, I'm on Vicodin, so I'm like, EXTRA-fun."
I have stories for you. Stories that I've needed to tell. But the Vicodin is starting to work so I don't know how long my attention span will last, so I'll summarize.
I was in a car accident Wednesday night. My friend Lindsay's friends picked us up and we were headed to my house, when someone ran a red light and t-boned the car we were in. I was on the side that the car was hit, as well as Lindsay's girlfriend Ducky, who was in an accident the week before. We were all fine at the time, but later that evening Ducky had to go to Urgent Care for head and neck pain and all over numbness. Lindsay had to go in the next day for a bruised up side. And Friday, it was my turn when I woke up with my shoulder on fire. We were in Urgent Care for a total of FIVE HOURS, because they forgot about us, and all I got was Vicodin for the pain and Robaxin for muscle spasms. Vicodin is nice though, it takes out the pain while allowing me to remain functional, if a bit hilariously loopy. Taking both medications at the same time causes me to go into odd stupors where I can hear all that's going on around me, but I'm unable to participate. I made THAT mistake while trying to study yesterday, and lost two hours of precious study time.
It's finals week here in loverly Chico, and my hardest one, Organic Chemistry, is behind me. All I have left is Physics on Wednesday and PoliSci and Philosophy on Thursday, and then I'll be a junior in college, Harvard-bound! I guess here would be a good time to explain the Harvard thing. My mother was doing research on the top graduate schools for Organismal and Evolutionary PhD programs, and Harvard is number two on the top schools list. Davis is number one, but since Davis is a UC, they won't pay for your graduate work. Most out of state universities will. I checked out the program, and it looks marvelous. I want to go there for the resourses and the program, not just for the name (although a PhD from Harvard sounds awfully snappy).
The annual party at my boss Mark's house was last Saturday. Now, this party is the greatest party, because I get to see my boss and all my coworkers drunk. I also got to bartend under the supervision of Todd, Mark's boyfriend. He used to be a bartender, so I learned a lot from him, and he was very glad that he got relieved from duty. By the end of the night, people kept calling me over to the bar so I would make them a Roy and Seven, which is a drink I made up. It was pretty much an experiment at using what I had while still making it taste good. It was a splash of vermouth, a shot of Seagram's 7 and 7-up. Add lime for flavor. I also got to wear the CUTEST DRESS IN THE WORLD. As soon as my mother resizes her photos, you'll get to see it. Everyone loved it. Mark payed me the highest compliment of the night - "I wouldn't want to get in a fight with you; you're scrappy. You'd kill someone if you had to."
Today I went swimming in Chico Creek. Everyone told me it was going to be "hella cold", but I don't know where those pussies learned to swim. Obviously not the Kings River in rapid, 40-degree water We found this sweet spot with a fallen tree and a deep spot where we could jump off the tree. And then we tried to tan, and talked about my bosoms, which ends up being a huge point of discussion in our group, oddly.
Anyway, that's all the stories I have to tell. Now I need to try and find a job for the summer, which is looking less and less fun the more I look. Oh well, growing up sucks.
I was in a car accident Wednesday night. My friend Lindsay's friends picked us up and we were headed to my house, when someone ran a red light and t-boned the car we were in. I was on the side that the car was hit, as well as Lindsay's girlfriend Ducky, who was in an accident the week before. We were all fine at the time, but later that evening Ducky had to go to Urgent Care for head and neck pain and all over numbness. Lindsay had to go in the next day for a bruised up side. And Friday, it was my turn when I woke up with my shoulder on fire. We were in Urgent Care for a total of FIVE HOURS, because they forgot about us, and all I got was Vicodin for the pain and Robaxin for muscle spasms. Vicodin is nice though, it takes out the pain while allowing me to remain functional, if a bit hilariously loopy. Taking both medications at the same time causes me to go into odd stupors where I can hear all that's going on around me, but I'm unable to participate. I made THAT mistake while trying to study yesterday, and lost two hours of precious study time.
It's finals week here in loverly Chico, and my hardest one, Organic Chemistry, is behind me. All I have left is Physics on Wednesday and PoliSci and Philosophy on Thursday, and then I'll be a junior in college, Harvard-bound! I guess here would be a good time to explain the Harvard thing. My mother was doing research on the top graduate schools for Organismal and Evolutionary PhD programs, and Harvard is number two on the top schools list. Davis is number one, but since Davis is a UC, they won't pay for your graduate work. Most out of state universities will. I checked out the program, and it looks marvelous. I want to go there for the resourses and the program, not just for the name (although a PhD from Harvard sounds awfully snappy).
The annual party at my boss Mark's house was last Saturday. Now, this party is the greatest party, because I get to see my boss and all my coworkers drunk. I also got to bartend under the supervision of Todd, Mark's boyfriend. He used to be a bartender, so I learned a lot from him, and he was very glad that he got relieved from duty. By the end of the night, people kept calling me over to the bar so I would make them a Roy and Seven, which is a drink I made up. It was pretty much an experiment at using what I had while still making it taste good. It was a splash of vermouth, a shot of Seagram's 7 and 7-up. Add lime for flavor. I also got to wear the CUTEST DRESS IN THE WORLD. As soon as my mother resizes her photos, you'll get to see it. Everyone loved it. Mark payed me the highest compliment of the night - "I wouldn't want to get in a fight with you; you're scrappy. You'd kill someone if you had to."
Today I went swimming in Chico Creek. Everyone told me it was going to be "hella cold", but I don't know where those pussies learned to swim. Obviously not the Kings River in rapid, 40-degree water We found this sweet spot with a fallen tree and a deep spot where we could jump off the tree. And then we tried to tan, and talked about my bosoms, which ends up being a huge point of discussion in our group, oddly.
Anyway, that's all the stories I have to tell. Now I need to try and find a job for the summer, which is looking less and less fun the more I look. Oh well, growing up sucks.