Wednesday, Nov. 11, 2009

Currently: Monday night was crazy. Because it was Advising Day eve and there were no classes for us the following day, nearly everyone decided to use that as an excuse to go out and get crazy...myself included, of course. I met up with some friends at a Bar. I wasn't even nearly drunk yet, but everyone around me was, which made things quite interesting. For one, people that I knew who were usually civil with me when sober were all of a sudden extremely happy to see me and would do things like kiss my cheeks and my hands even excessively. I found that pretty hilarious. Of course, after awhile I started getting kind of inappropriate as well. There was one guy in particular who I am aquaintances with whom I felt the need to jump on as soon as I saw him. For some reason, I was EXTREMELY happy to see him.Haha So once I jump on him, he picks me up and accidentally hits my head on a wall, then kisses nearly my entire face and part of my mouth and bites my ear...he then tells ME to "behave."haha Wow. Later on that night, I also end up giving one of my sorority sisters a lap dance...yea, I was pretty happy at this point. But what was even more shocking about that is that after I give her a lap dance she asks me to then give her BOYFRIEND one too...I didn't even know what to think or how to react to that, so I just kind of look at her and point at him and go "him? you sure?" and she insists, so I gave him one too.Haha He really enjoyed it...and I mean REALLY enjoyed it. It was quite awkward. Once I was done with him, he was like "thank you SO MUCH for that," and gives me a hug. I really wouldn't be surprised if those two were swingers. But that was something. Once all the festivities of the night were over, I headed back to my apartment. Unfortunately, as soon as I got back to the apartment, I started having these palpitations that just wouldn't go away, so I ended up calling 911 and admitting myself to the hospital. The guys who picked my up were real nice and said that I didn't waste their time at all...which I kind of felt like I was doing. Once at the hosiptal, they ran a few tests on me, took my blood, and of course they found nothing wrong with me. I got no sleep that night and yet had to go to my Advising at 10 am. It sucked. And what made it worse was once I did go to advising and I was trying to get my schedule for next semester together at my Advisor's office, he kept talking to himself out loud and literally repeated everything that he was typing on the computer...he even repeated whenever he'd push the Tab button. You have no idea how annoyed I was and how rude I found that to be. I quickly filled out my schedule and had him sign off and left. After that I met up with my Thesis group, but not for long as I was extremely tired from not getting any sleep the night before. I got something to eat and then took a nice nap. Later on that night, I skimmed through one of my Thesis articles and went to bed earlier than usual, cause I was still pretty tired. Which brings me to today. I am still extremely tired and could barely keep my eyes open during my Physical disabilities lecture. And to make matters worse, I failed my last Physical Disabilities test which we all got back today. Fuck...my...life. I really don't know what I did wrong, but nevertheless, i'm going to start studying for our next test, which I think is our Final, tonight. I just cannot afford to fail a class as important as that and have to take it over. And that is all for now, my friends. I just wish I felt better. Oh well.