Case of the Mondays
Attempting to get through my world of chem lectures... and yes I know that the reason I have to do them at home is because I bailed on it last week to eat dinner instead... Inevitably leads me to posting another useless post, with commentary on last night's par-tay, which I enjoyed but probably shouldn't have ended up at. Still, after dealing with Thursday's mistakes I couldn't just go to bed without some sort of adventure... mad props to Ray for sending me out there against my better judgment. I can't believe I just said mad props.
My body hurt so much this morning I could barely roll over and hit the snooze button. Three times. Until the pain forced to me get up and eat something. It was ten, and I was wondering what the hell Buddy had put in that purple punch. I recalled making a Family Guy reference at the time, when the keg was finally dry and I resorted to what literally was a garbage-can-full of punch... well... rubbermaid container full. I felt like I was sixteen again, when the point of mixing was to eliminate the taste of cheap white rum. Debating whether I was drinking a roofie-colada, I lost track of time, and suddenly realized I was too far gone to stop Buddy from attempting me. I promptly took myself home, despite his expressed desire for me to crash there. I swear I thought it was way earlier than it was. Turned out to be almost two when I rolled myself into bed.
In my state this morning I forgot to skip my history class (screw you library seminar) and spent a deliciously wasted hour with Jo enjoying the abnormally warm weather. We debated the extent of our singleness, and I lost, as I generally do with Jo. Being my realistic friend, I chose not to run him with the Curly situation, and instead gave him the opportunity to laugh at me as I regaled him with stories of my online dating escapades. I maybe managed to convince him that if I was online, there must be other cute girls online too. He has always told me how he cannot comprehend why men don't follow me around in droves.
Speaking of not being followed around, ran into Roomie for the first time since that epic Friday at Biffers a few weeks ago. There's a trend developing right now that I can't quite put my finger on, but he is still himself through and through. After speaking with Ray about everything else last night I feel like I'm the one winning. Yes I know, as Numoy was quick to point out, it is not a game, but damn do I ever feel good for having a point or two. On that note, I should go punish myself for being so petty and immature. Off for drinks with Numoy, I am sure my body will hate it.
My body hurt so much this morning I could barely roll over and hit the snooze button. Three times. Until the pain forced to me get up and eat something. It was ten, and I was wondering what the hell Buddy had put in that purple punch. I recalled making a Family Guy reference at the time, when the keg was finally dry and I resorted to what literally was a garbage-can-full of punch... well... rubbermaid container full. I felt like I was sixteen again, when the point of mixing was to eliminate the taste of cheap white rum. Debating whether I was drinking a roofie-colada, I lost track of time, and suddenly realized I was too far gone to stop Buddy from attempting me. I promptly took myself home, despite his expressed desire for me to crash there. I swear I thought it was way earlier than it was. Turned out to be almost two when I rolled myself into bed.
In my state this morning I forgot to skip my history class (screw you library seminar) and spent a deliciously wasted hour with Jo enjoying the abnormally warm weather. We debated the extent of our singleness, and I lost, as I generally do with Jo. Being my realistic friend, I chose not to run him with the Curly situation, and instead gave him the opportunity to laugh at me as I regaled him with stories of my online dating escapades. I maybe managed to convince him that if I was online, there must be other cute girls online too. He has always told me how he cannot comprehend why men don't follow me around in droves.
Speaking of not being followed around, ran into Roomie for the first time since that epic Friday at Biffers a few weeks ago. There's a trend developing right now that I can't quite put my finger on, but he is still himself through and through. After speaking with Ray about everything else last night I feel like I'm the one winning. Yes I know, as Numoy was quick to point out, it is not a game, but damn do I ever feel good for having a point or two. On that note, I should go punish myself for being so petty and immature. Off for drinks with Numoy, I am sure my body will hate it.
posted by Care @ 12:00 a.m.
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