Sanity Level - Coloured Cream... Green
Definitely Green. Well, its nice to have marks back, and for writing a midterm drunk I figure its a good grade. The whole 'multiple midterm' business threw me and now I'm better prepared for the next one.
Still feel mildly wretched, I am debating bailing on Thursday's night out, not because I am a failure (so Noel, don't you dare suggest it), but because I don't know if I can handle an entire night with those drunk girls. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but after being mildly enraged after an hour, I think several might be pushing it... Especially since they will only get worse as they drink. I shouldn't be pluralizing, it was one more than the other. Should a better option arise I will take it, but Numoy and I might have a study date. I seem to have a fuzzy recollection of Buddy suggesting some Thursday night shenanigans, but I think it involved a competition... his dad being in town... and... judging it. I think I politely (read: drunkenly) declined.
On the bright side I am thrilled to be getting my hair tidied up tomorrow, having promised a fair number of people, mostly men, that I will not cut it all off. It is currently a snarly, alcohol-induced-sleep-knotty mess, and I am so excited for my head massage.
Oh yeah! And I ran into Roomie today in one of those odd twists of fate that makes me wonder if such things really do exist. I left work early, ostensibly to study for my exam tomorrow, but in reality because I felt so wretched that I had to crawl home and die slowly while drinking tea and watching the Simpsons. I ran into Jeanie on my way through campus, and paused to rehash our evenings. Just as she is bidding me adieu, I catch Roomie walking up. Weird. So we walked and talked on his way to class, with the usual male-ego-induced conversation (blah blah blah, I am the centre of the universe, God forbid that anything goes on in your life that I might want to ask about) followed by an awkward, "Good to see you," on his part. That line has never stuck well with me, I feel like its fake no matter how sincere it sounds. But it was sincere, the tone was kind, and you know, it was good to see him. Just one of those little random things that makes days interesting!
Still feel mildly wretched, I am debating bailing on Thursday's night out, not because I am a failure (so Noel, don't you dare suggest it), but because I don't know if I can handle an entire night with those drunk girls. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but after being mildly enraged after an hour, I think several might be pushing it... Especially since they will only get worse as they drink. I shouldn't be pluralizing, it was one more than the other. Should a better option arise I will take it, but Numoy and I might have a study date. I seem to have a fuzzy recollection of Buddy suggesting some Thursday night shenanigans, but I think it involved a competition... his dad being in town... and... judging it. I think I politely (read: drunkenly) declined.
On the bright side I am thrilled to be getting my hair tidied up tomorrow, having promised a fair number of people, mostly men, that I will not cut it all off. It is currently a snarly, alcohol-induced-sleep-knotty mess, and I am so excited for my head massage.
Oh yeah! And I ran into Roomie today in one of those odd twists of fate that makes me wonder if such things really do exist. I left work early, ostensibly to study for my exam tomorrow, but in reality because I felt so wretched that I had to crawl home and die slowly while drinking tea and watching the Simpsons. I ran into Jeanie on my way through campus, and paused to rehash our evenings. Just as she is bidding me adieu, I catch Roomie walking up. Weird. So we walked and talked on his way to class, with the usual male-ego-induced conversation (blah blah blah, I am the centre of the universe, God forbid that anything goes on in your life that I might want to ask about) followed by an awkward, "Good to see you," on his part. That line has never stuck well with me, I feel like its fake no matter how sincere it sounds. But it was sincere, the tone was kind, and you know, it was good to see him. Just one of those little random things that makes days interesting!
posted by Care @ 11:52 p.m.
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