At the clubs, black dudes dance like they’re having rough sex. White guys are just awkward. I don’t go near Asians. Latinos are alright.
I need to remember to wear less clothing at Cly’s. Now I realize why so many girls dress up like total skanks even in the dead of winter — because inside the bar it’s friggin’ hot as hell.
Always wear backings to earrings!! I’m so upset I lost one of my earrings on the dance floor last night. Someone bumped into me and I just felt it fall off into the abyss…
The line to the guys’ bathroom are definitely MUCH longer than the line for the girls’. It’s like an anomaly. Quite amusing, really.
It’s always funny watching ghetto/urban people trying to dance to classic rock songs like “You Shook Me All Night Long.” And vice versa — watching white people rap along to old school Biggie.
It sucks having a high tolerance. I miss the days when it was much easier to get drunk.
Now it’s time to go and be a good student for once.
Drumroll, please. I have just been recently accepted to the study abroad program for Costa Rica next semester. Though I didn’t think I would have a problem getting accepted, just knowing that I am now officially in feels great. I have no idea what sort of repercussions this will have on my academic track, since I basically don’t need to study abroad, and not especially during my senior year of undergrad, but getting the hell out of this country is something I urgently need to do. I know I was meant to study abroad at some point or another in my life, and I’m super psyched to be going this fall! If I end up staying here an extra semester, then, so be it.
In other news, I have just finished a Chipotle burrito. If you don’t know already, those things are massive. And now I feel like falling over. I can barely sit up straight because I feel like the contents of my stomach are just too much for gravity to handle. Before, I used to eat Chipotle burritos in parts. I’d finish one half right away after buying one, then finish the second half later in the day whenever I got hungry again. I used to not be capable at all of eating a whole burrito. But now I guess I can eat them whole in one sitting (albeit a very long sitting, lol). The first time I finished a burrito right away was during a lunch break at work last summer, which turned out to be a bad idea because when I came back from break I found I couldn’t really stand and focus. Talk about food coma.
And now I can’t really focus on anything else right now other than lying down and staring at the ceiling.
This definitely has not been the greatest start to my semester. Not only did I strain my ankle last week, I’ve somehow contracted a fever in the past 28 hours. When I came back from work last night, I was shivering and passed out right away. Worst night of sleep ever, seriously. I woke up several times throughout the night, sweating profusely and yet still feeling extremely chilled at the same time. My throat was starting to throb painfully, and I was just plain feeling awful. I woke up around 7 in the morning, tried downing a glass of milk, and returned to bed, waking up intermittently until 10, at which point I tried to make myself feel better in order to make it to my three classes.
At the moment, I still feel like shit. The feverish chills I could handle, but my throat is killing me. I could barely eat anything today, and all I’m craving right now is chicken noodle soup, of which I have none. Blarghh.
I’m not quite sure how I’m going to handle this semester. Currently I’m at 18 credit hours. That’s 6 classes, 4 of which are advanced hours. I think I might just be in over my head. I have 100+ pages of reading assigned for practically every day in my HIST 472 class. And my Shakespeare class? I already feel like an idiot in that one, even though I’m starting to actually grow fond of the guy. Don’t even get me started on my lit theory course. I absolutely despise it. Not only is my teacher dull and incredibly awkward, I just don’t plain get what’s going on. I didn’t think I would actually hate an English class until ENGL 301.
I’m lacking motivation. I need something to jump start me on this semester.
Even if you don’t give a damn about sports and even though this is actually kind of old, it’s worth watching. I vaguely remember seeing a headline for it on ESPN.com a couple of weeks ago when the game happened, but I never really understood until now.
Complete unknown, D-League player makes buzzer-beating three to beat spoiled brat LeBron James and his Cavalier minions? Yeah, this is just another reason why it’s 1:25 in the morning and I have yet to finish my homework.
So I had a mishap the other night. A rather stupid, drunken mishap. My roommates and I were in the midst of finishing off a fifth of vodka, and I was making my way back up the stairs to the kitchen. Needless to say, the next thing I know I’ve fallen back onto the landing and my ankle is throbbing with pain. Packed some ice on it immediately after, and assumed everything would be fine, because, well, I was drunk and eventually the pain was numbed.
I was wrong.
I woke up yesterday to find myself crippled. Handicapped. At first I was just hobbling across the hallway to the kitchen to get some much needed water, but as the morning wore on I found that it hurt to just even move my left foot. It had swollen overnight, and I was stuck with a sprained ankle. I don’t know how the hell I made it to class today on my injured foot. I felt like an idiot, limping towards the quad from my apartment. Hopefully it should feel less awkward by the end of the week, because I’d like to go out and socialize with the rest of the university for once.
Anyway, yes, class. Another first day of class has come and gone. I had three today, and all went by nicely and my professors so far seem pretty badass. Hopefully this is the sign of a good semester to come.
