catculus

I've just been studying for my advanced calculus midterm and I've pretty much covered everything so now I can have a glass of wine

My weekend was crazy, by which I mean Friday night was crazy. My friend and I went to the drag show at Central Station (the local gay club). I had her pick me up since I'd already consumed nearly a bottle of wine. When we got there I, of course, ordered a beer and proceed to have at least 2 more while the drag show was in process. There was a cute redheaded girl that I was checking out all night and I was just about to work up the nerve to talk to her when I had to go to the bathroom. When I was leaving the bathroom she was walking in and I said, "I want to talk to you." She said, "in a minute" or something like that, so I went back to my friend. When she came back I saw that they were leaving. She said she would probably be back next week.
After the show, my friend and I went downstairs and the first thing downstairs is the dance floor side, so, of course, I had to dance. We danced for quite awhile. Some random guy came and danced with us and he put his number in my cell phone. I danced with him and my friend and whoever else happened to be around me. I danced like I never had in public before.
Then I had to go to the bathroom so we went to the other side of the bar. We then ordered more drinks and flirted with more gay boys. I kept kissing my friend on the cheek (I have a tendancy to do that when I'm drunk). I had at least one more beer and then the random shot and drinks that the bartender kept placing in front of me.
Finally, we left. My friend took me home. I went to the garage door and found it to be locked (or at least I couldn't open it; I could've just been too drunk). So, I went to the front door and fell down just before reaching the front porch. I badly scraped my knee and acquired a few bruises (one on my leg and one on my back) and I got a scrape on my finger than I think came from the rose bush. I finally made it into the house, went to the bathroom, puked, brushed my teeth, then went to bed.
Saturday I had what must have been the worst hangover of my life. It was worth it though.
Sunday I wrote a paper, today I went to school, tutored, took a nap (it took forever to fall asleep because there were screaming children out front, close to my window, it seemed), and then got up, fucked around on the internet for awhile, then I finally studied.
Tomorrow I have a calculus midterm, wednesday I have an abstract algebra midterm, friday I am going to party in Natchitoches. And Friday begins Spring Break!