nappy and crafty.
dude, i go home tomorrow.
we had a huge party last night. just about everyone in the apartment got laid by the end of the night. i feel bad that i'm kind of just hiding out in my room and not cleaning, but my hangover is kicking my ass like whoa. i feel like somebody punched me in the gut, and dug their fist in there for a good few hours before removing it. ugh.
besides, i have to pack and clean my room. i'm looking forward to being home, but getting there is a total bitch every time. it always goes the same way:
a. i wait for the airport shuttle that is ALWAYS at least an hour late.
b. when the shuttle shows up, there is always some sort of technical issue, most often related to the fact that the company still does everything on pen and paper. there are no computers in this company, for some reason, so the drivers are always confused about who's paid and who hasn't, where everyone that they have to pick up lives, etc.
c. i get to the airport with somewhere between 15 - 45 minutes before my flight leaves, and pay the driver thirty dollars for taking three hours to get to an airport that's 45 minutes away from my campus. i usually add a snarky little comment, like, "hey, thanks for getting me here so quickly." most of the drivers are so out there, they don't even get the sarcasm, and thank me for my patronage.
d. i make a mad dash to security, where they always give me shit for carrying on my bass, and unpack it so that they can look at all the wires and act like they would know a bomb if they saw one.
and then, to finish it all off, i have to get on an airplane/be in airports, which is the worst part of it all. i'm so glad i won't have to make this trip every 10 weeks next year, it seriously bums me out.
i'm taking a psychology class next quarter.
ugggghhhhh this is going to be a very bare bones packing job. just clothes and guitar shit, i think. what else does one need for a two week excursion to oak park?...i don't see much happening except for music with adam and alex, and drinking drinking drinking. which is unfortunate, because my liver probably really needs a break, but you're only 21 once.
man alive, i feel like SHIITTT. i think it may have been the boilermakers. actually, it definitely was the boilermakers. just thinking about that taste is enough to make my stomach crawl.
well, time to stop procrastinating and throw some clothes in a suitcase.
we had a huge party last night. just about everyone in the apartment got laid by the end of the night. i feel bad that i'm kind of just hiding out in my room and not cleaning, but my hangover is kicking my ass like whoa. i feel like somebody punched me in the gut, and dug their fist in there for a good few hours before removing it. ugh.
besides, i have to pack and clean my room. i'm looking forward to being home, but getting there is a total bitch every time. it always goes the same way:
a. i wait for the airport shuttle that is ALWAYS at least an hour late.
b. when the shuttle shows up, there is always some sort of technical issue, most often related to the fact that the company still does everything on pen and paper. there are no computers in this company, for some reason, so the drivers are always confused about who's paid and who hasn't, where everyone that they have to pick up lives, etc.
c. i get to the airport with somewhere between 15 - 45 minutes before my flight leaves, and pay the driver thirty dollars for taking three hours to get to an airport that's 45 minutes away from my campus. i usually add a snarky little comment, like, "hey, thanks for getting me here so quickly." most of the drivers are so out there, they don't even get the sarcasm, and thank me for my patronage.
d. i make a mad dash to security, where they always give me shit for carrying on my bass, and unpack it so that they can look at all the wires and act like they would know a bomb if they saw one.
and then, to finish it all off, i have to get on an airplane/be in airports, which is the worst part of it all. i'm so glad i won't have to make this trip every 10 weeks next year, it seriously bums me out.
i'm taking a psychology class next quarter.
ugggghhhhh this is going to be a very bare bones packing job. just clothes and guitar shit, i think. what else does one need for a two week excursion to oak park?...i don't see much happening except for music with adam and alex, and drinking drinking drinking. which is unfortunate, because my liver probably really needs a break, but you're only 21 once.
man alive, i feel like SHIITTT. i think it may have been the boilermakers. actually, it definitely was the boilermakers. just thinking about that taste is enough to make my stomach crawl.
well, time to stop procrastinating and throw some clothes in a suitcase.