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oceantheorem) wrote2006-06-08 01:52 am
oceantheorem) wrote2006-06-08 01:52 am
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Sooooo... long week.
I'm currently drunk, thanks in large part to going first to Quiz Night at 99 Bottles with Stephanie from my lab, and then to dancing night at the Dakota with Rainier and his gang, and also thanks in part to the people who kept buying me drinks tonight. If I remembered their names, I would deserve a cookie. But I'm bad with names. So just a general thank you to the universe, and when I have a functioning bank account again (BofA, please send me my new debit card!!!) I will pass on the love and buy other people alcohol.
Anyway. Long week. I went climbing on Sunday and ended up just bouldering for an hour, and my hands have been horribly shredded since. Then I went climbing with Neal last night, and did really really well. Or maybe the routes I did were just rated harder than they really were. But it was a fun evening of climbing. I then came home and stayed up until 3 am working on my final project for photography.
I have officially failed French. Congratulations to me, it is the first thing I have ever failed at. Yay for growing up and sucking more and more.
I'm just about ready to be rid of this town. I'm still occasionally suffering from a desire to stay here and finish things up, but as graduation approaches I just get sicker and sicker of classes and all this undergraduate shit. I'm ready to go off to grad school and have a real identity and maybe a real life, and figure out what I'm actually going to do with myself for the next fourty years.
And why isn't forty spelled fourty? It makes so much more sense that way.
Okay, I'ma take my drunk self off to bed, 'cause I have to wake up for my last photography class ever in four hours. Wishing it was fourty, but it's not. Just four.
I'm currently drunk, thanks in large part to going first to Quiz Night at 99 Bottles with Stephanie from my lab, and then to dancing night at the Dakota with Rainier and his gang, and also thanks in part to the people who kept buying me drinks tonight. If I remembered their names, I would deserve a cookie. But I'm bad with names. So just a general thank you to the universe, and when I have a functioning bank account again (BofA, please send me my new debit card!!!) I will pass on the love and buy other people alcohol.
Anyway. Long week. I went climbing on Sunday and ended up just bouldering for an hour, and my hands have been horribly shredded since. Then I went climbing with Neal last night, and did really really well. Or maybe the routes I did were just rated harder than they really were. But it was a fun evening of climbing. I then came home and stayed up until 3 am working on my final project for photography.
I have officially failed French. Congratulations to me, it is the first thing I have ever failed at. Yay for growing up and sucking more and more.
I'm just about ready to be rid of this town. I'm still occasionally suffering from a desire to stay here and finish things up, but as graduation approaches I just get sicker and sicker of classes and all this undergraduate shit. I'm ready to go off to grad school and have a real identity and maybe a real life, and figure out what I'm actually going to do with myself for the next fourty years.
And why isn't forty spelled fourty? It makes so much more sense that way.
Okay, I'ma take my drunk self off to bed, 'cause I have to wake up for my last photography class ever in four hours. Wishing it was fourty, but it's not. Just four.