In other news...6 glasses of shamelessly poured "liquid courage" and "liquid cure for my landlocked blues" drinks. I am quite proud. Quite. But then...I must remember to stay awake. I'll save that experiment for another day. My stomach is still settling from that empty feeling.
Well here we go...5 days of...sensitivity and moodiness. Hold on to your seats, and disregard most of the things I say...I probably don't mean it. Hah. Probably.
My head hurts, I'm sleepy. Got shit to do which I know I won't remember to do unless it gets done tonight. Pft. I am so excited for formal though...I can't wait for that shit to come...COME ON MAY!!! I hope I'm not hyping it up though....I think last year's formal was just a blur because we didn't know what to expect or what was going on...and this year we're in control, so you know how we do. OFF THE HEEZAYYY BITCH. OFF THE HEEZY. Woot.
Goodnight. I believe that was 990?

A special picture everytime, I suppose. The view from Treasure Island after coming home from Nar's St. Patrick's Day party last year. Is this the city we love...
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