and it's only friday

jesus christ what a ride. so i'm pretty sure i rocked that data structures midterm. it was reallly easy. awesome. after that, instead of doing microfab like i thought i might...i just slept. then went to another class and came back and slept a little more before practice.

oh, funny story. on my way back from class i was walking behind this girl i was supposed to be helping for ACIS (computer help) so i took a turn i usually don't to get back to hogan and my dumb fuckin' luck puts me crashing into candace. i was civil, but cursing inside. and now she wants to maybe have dinner with her before her birthday. what to do, what to do (i know i said i wasn't gonna blug stuff about her, but i said i wouldn't unless something happens...didn't think anyone would). teach me tto be a pussy *shakes head*

movin' on. practice was a lotta fun. i haven't played since last week monday on account of my cold. nice to get back out there. i was definitely sucking it hard, though. didn't have the reaction time....but it got better quickly in through the course of the night.

and then....oh my. the fireworks were lit. we went to amcaff to find it packed full of yankees fans so me and eric hung out at apple tree for a few minutes deciding what to do. in the end we bought an 18 of molson and brought it back to eric's to tie us over 'till the game was done (which we thought wouldn't be TOO long...fuckin' yankees). either way, we head back out to amcaff after the game and get ourselves two tables, a punchbowl, and three pitchers. and then another punchbowl and three pitchers. and then another punchbowl. at this point me and eric go up to corey's place to bug him and i drank...A LOT. i'm pretty sure about 3 or 4 shots of this great tequila called herradura, and a kettle one martini. okay...i don't remember leaving corey's place but we went back to amcaff. then we left amcaff and i went back to apple tree apparently and put THREE MORE 18's of molson on my credit card *shakes head*. not that i remember doing that.... and we went back to eric's again. only AFTER i was apparently screaming at kelsey for leaving...and then at mara....don't remember.

don't remember much about eric's besides crawling up the stairs and falling on my face to write sam an email, who got kicked out of amcaff, to get his ass to eric's. that was quite an interesting email that was posted on the newsgroup this morning which dave had to decode for everyone :) it was pretty bad. then i puked very little and dry heaved a lot into eric's trash can and passed out on his couch where i woke up this morning at 11am wondering how on earth i got there, where on earth my pillow case was, and why there were so many empty beer bottles and so many more empty boxes of molson everywhere....

thanks to the glorious newsgroup and some good friends i've pieced together most of the night.

had a HELL of a hangover until about 7pm after numerous naps....and we've been watchin' movies for msot of the day. i was watchin' a weird HBO movie for a while and the crackerjack came by to visit. eric, cait and don came over later and we watched pitch black (after crackerjack and cait left of course...it's gotta be a boto fest, really). i've ben wearing one of the party hats crackerjack left us (she stole them from her workplace) since she left 'till about an hour ago...) i think i slept more. then pulp fiction came on tv. then we just watched blues brothers. thought i'd let the world know i'm alive since i wasn't really in any shape to post for the 24 hours that WAS friday. wonderful.

so yeah, crackerjack don't hate me, everyone thinks i'm an extremely fucked up guy, i drink like a fish (it's really been too long), apparently i get hangovers now, punchbowls are evil, i owe people money, people owe me money, goose had a fun birthday, bros are before hos, mara's a stupid ho, i fell on my face (don't remember) and fucked up my jaw again (it's a recurring injury...started a few years back at a greenday concert....) making eating interesting, i still haven't done any microfab, and i am one happy motherfucker.


and it's only friday...(don't mind the time, it's friday 'till i go to sleep).



i think we might be going to tom's soon.


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