March 29, 24 J.E.
Well this was a SINGULARLY hideous weekend. Starting Friday, the most BEAUTIFUL weather moved in. It was sunny, in the 70's, and it was the first good weather all year. And do you know what? I had to work the WHOLE damn time on a stupid project! From Friday until 11:30 tonight (Sunday), working on that stupid group project that I could have gotten done twice as fast if it was just me. I didn't get to hang out in the weather at ALL.
And THEN, last night I found out that not all of my credits transferred from England (where I spent last semester, in case you didn't know) and I'm short 4 credits and can't graduate!! Fortunately, I think I'll be able to get at least 3 more credits for work I've done, but that still leaves me 1 credit away!! AUGH!!
And THEN, because I was stressed and depressed, I went to a new bar and drank A LOT. Well, a glass and a pitcher of beer and a long island ice tea over the night is a lot for me, and I was totally ripped. Then I staggered home and broke my 10 year no-puking record. I really, REALLY broke it. I thought that "power hurl" was a hyperbole, but I can tell you that it's real. 10 YEARS literally down the shitter! I spent most of today finding spots of my room that smelled like puke and trying to find out why. Of course, considering a lot of puke was shooting out my nose last night, I'm not smelling well. Fortunately the hangover wasn't too bad so I could finish the project. Yippee.
I have yet to look at what I wrote last night while I was plastered. I'm afraid.
(After looking at page...)
I guess it wasn't that bad. I pretty much repeated myself in this entry because I had no recollection of what I had said before. It's good to know that I'm still mostly coherent when drunk. Well, except for "spleeing youn Americans". I have no idea what I was trying to say there.
So tomorrow is damage control. Gotta give that damn presentation, gotta find a way to get that credit and make sure I get those other 3 (or there will be bloodshed). Maybe tomorrow I'll actually get to just collapse in the grass and just stare at the sky for awhile.
You know what else is weird? Now that it's turning warmer, I really miss the cold. I don't know why, since I don't do well in the cold (although I did pretty well this year). Maybe the warming weather signifies the inevitable end of my college career (OR NOT. I can't BELIEVE I'm short one credit!).
I'm still stressed, if you hadn't noticed. I've had to get up ultra early every single day this week and am running on very little sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow, too, but my adoring audience means THAT MUCH to me. I still don't have a job, either.
Thank God the weekend's over. If I hadn't spent so much time a money getting an MBA, I'd just shoot myself.