blah its 3 am and im just getting home. today/yesterday was one hell of a long day. first of all one of my dear friends informed me as i was headed to class that my religion final was not tues morning but thursday instead. holy crap. my plane leaves wed morning. how did i manage to screw that up. so i waited for an hour to see if my psycho teacher was going to his office hours. of course he was not. then i stalked him and left various notes around campus and left messages on his home and cell phone. yeah so he called me back (which was totally weird) and i took my finale at 7:30 pm. at least i got the extra study time in.
in my interpersonal communication final i sat in front of that cute girl and chatted a bit but when it came down to it i just couldnt give her my number. i was too shy with her sitting surrounded by all her friends. oh well theres always next semester.
after my religion final though my best friend called me crying hysterically because her mom kicked her out the house. so i rushed to coldstones, the ice cream store we decided to meet at, and spent the next hour and a half just taking with her. then after fixing that i went to my other friends house for our little going away party for me. i swore i wasnt going to drink but im still waisted. i also earned the nickname of laura craft tonight, heck yeah. after my friend stephan punched me i instinctively bitch slapped him. it was great. i seriously didnt mean it either and i hit him pretty hard. then he hit me again and i instinctively kicked him in the knee. i was way too drunk to know what i was doing and too high to feel pain. so we kung fu fighted till early this morning.
and now here i sit trying to eat a quick dinner/breakfast of chicken and fettichini. i still have to clean the house and pack. im gonna feel like shit later on. blah, who cares. i wonder how many curious bruises ill find in the morning. anyway im going to missouri in a couple hours. im not too terribly excited. i definatly think that itll be an experience of sorts. ill be gone 9 days. wish me luck.
while im gone tell me about your funniest/scariest/corniest/lamest travel story. when i come back i want my trip to feel bland and ordinary in comparisson.
in my interpersonal communication final i sat in front of that cute girl and chatted a bit but when it came down to it i just couldnt give her my number. i was too shy with her sitting surrounded by all her friends. oh well theres always next semester.
after my religion final though my best friend called me crying hysterically because her mom kicked her out the house. so i rushed to coldstones, the ice cream store we decided to meet at, and spent the next hour and a half just taking with her. then after fixing that i went to my other friends house for our little going away party for me. i swore i wasnt going to drink but im still waisted. i also earned the nickname of laura craft tonight, heck yeah. after my friend stephan punched me i instinctively bitch slapped him. it was great. i seriously didnt mean it either and i hit him pretty hard. then he hit me again and i instinctively kicked him in the knee. i was way too drunk to know what i was doing and too high to feel pain. so we kung fu fighted till early this morning.
and now here i sit trying to eat a quick dinner/breakfast of chicken and fettichini. i still have to clean the house and pack. im gonna feel like shit later on. blah, who cares. i wonder how many curious bruises ill find in the morning. anyway im going to missouri in a couple hours. im not too terribly excited. i definatly think that itll be an experience of sorts. ill be gone 9 days. wish me luck.
while im gone tell me about your funniest/scariest/corniest/lamest travel story. when i come back i want my trip to feel bland and ordinary in comparisson.
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You got my 900th comment, though, if that makes you feel special. It would make me feel special. Yeah.
good luck packing. that is one of my biggest faults. i always want to take everything.
Have Fun!