People were being drunk and rowdy outside my apartment 2 hours ago and one guy was almost falling over while his friend was trying to quiet him down. He finally just laid down in the grass and I overheard this conversation:
"I just want to go to sleep in the apartment.....on the floor.....in the apartment complex...I just want to sleep."
"Dude, you can go to sleep, you just gotta be quiet for 5 minutes first. People have 8 am classes tomorrow."
"I just want to go to sleep....but I don't want to get raped by an 18 year old named Vince."
"I promise I won't let anyone rape you tonight."
Now is that a friend, or is that a friend.
It's a school night! Tonight will be the only night that I will actually be excited about going to class the next morning. Right now there are so many exciting possibilities. Will there be cute guys in my class? Will I find out that I have zero papers to write? Will I meet my new best friend this year? How many hours of sleep will I get in my Poli Sci class? How many classes can I skip and still pass? How easy will it be to fake that I read the required readings for each day? How much of a douche will my professor be? I can hardly contain myself thinking about all these questions! How will I ever sleep tonight.
I really have to get a job this year. No, really I do. DON'T DOUBT ME. I got accepted for the work study program, so you would think that meant that I would automatically have a job with the school. Oh how wrong you are. It seems that this school is a bitch and a half to find a job at. Not only will I have to get a job with the school, I'll also have to get a waitiressing job or something to save up for Ireland. Right now I have my last paycheck from the UPS Store to hold me over, and I'm really hoping I can stretch that until at least October, which is doubtful. So really this whole paragraph is just complaining, but Tuesday I have to go on the jobhunt. No matter how much a reality tv show on VH1 may be calling my name, I must resist.
My mom bought me a 5 pound container of cookie dough at Sam's Club. I'd say me and Emily polished off at least a good pound of it this weekend. Why did I never think of heating it up in the microwave and then eating it? Oh my lord is it delicious. Jesus Christ I'm fat.
Keri's 20th birthday was two days ago, on August 20th. Only one more year until you can join me at AA meetings. We go to Keegan's afterwards and it's always a fun time. I really hope you got that golden shower you wanted so badly.
I finally decided what I'm going to do for my senior thesis paper. College protests during the Vietnam War. If any of you were alive back then and participated in one, please write this paper for me. It would be greatly appreciated. Just 25 pages, no biggie. I'll even dedicate it to you. Don't pass up this offer, bitches.