Throw back 6

• Jun 10, 2007
Journal 6
Current mood: satisfied
Ok people - so drunk girl came out in abundance this week. I know many of you think, why is drinking the big thing? Well, because I don't really do it. My normal day is boring and I would hate to bore my audience with my lack of antics. I will say, during this whole time, my calves hurt because I worked them out on Tuesday then Trampolined for 2 hours. Oh - good story. Then after the class we went out with the instructor and people from my class and had a few bottles of wine. Didn't go home till they kicked us out, which luckily was around 1. *Bad idea, work SUCKED the next day.

The next day it was a normal wed. The day was cool and long and I was sleeping on the couch. BAM! I wake up four hours later. There are people in my house that I have never met before and they are all going out. In my sleepy haze, they somehow convinced me this was a GLORIOUS idea... so of course, I go. Well, the problem wasn't the place, or the dance floor, or the people... the problem was it was the cheapest drinking I've had since I've been here. Jack Daniels was flowing into my mouth like Sally Struthers eating donuts. Not only that, oh no, when I get home - sleep somehow didn't seem like a good idea. Instead staying up with my roommates til 5 in the morning somehow did. Oh wait, then I just HAD to call Pat and talk to him till 6 A.M. and I had to work that day. Well, luckily I was working late that day so I came in at 12 instead. I still hated myself. I hopefully have learned THAT lesson but for some reason, you would've thought the day before lesson would have appeared in my brain... my shoulder angels - "we're both leading you down the path that rocks!" I don't have a good one apparently.

Anyway, Friday comes along. We went out. Usually we choose Saturday but I guess it was meant to be. We went to this place called the Royal Crown. The cheerleader in me was begging to get out. People, I did backhandsprings on the streets of London, drunk as crap. Not only did I do that, I convinced, a bunch of British people that Tallahassee is the place to be.... yeah, Tallahassee. what was I thinking? For some reason, I told them "hey American ladies will throw themselves at your feet because of your accents and you can drink all the top shelf you want for $10 on Fridays." Which means they would HAVE to go as soon as they get home. I seriously had them pondering how much it would be to get there... So if you guys meet some nice blokes in Tallyho and they are confused because the night life is only big 4 nights a week and girls really won't be throwing themselves at them - tell them I send my regards.

Going on, well, at one point I ran out of money. I only brought £10 which is $20 and it's expensive so no more drinks for me. Little did I know I had an untapped resource (hahahaha, funny guys get your mind out of the gutter). No, not that. My roommates were talking about me flipping all over the place so guys started offering to buy me drinks if I did some flips. So I did. And Jack and me reunited. I only got one drink, but it was one too many. See, because I got home - again I had to call my pat. Patrick, unaware of my shenannigans, asked me to call him back in 5 minutes. Oh, I said yes, but my body, my body was telling me no. My roommate Patrick (different guy) asked me how to wash his dress shirts. I told him where to find the tag if it wasn't on the back of the neck. He went in his room grabbed his shirt, looked at the tag and came in to tell me he found it and *WHOOSH* I was out lpased out on the couch. Yes, I passed out in less than a minute. Rare, but amazing. I woke up at 10:30 the next morning and was like, "CRAP! I have to call PAT!" At five his time, I wasn't so surprised he didn't pick up.

The rest of my day was spent chillin. We even watched Waterboy and this weird movie Magnolia... Tom Cruise was crazy in it... his best role ever... I wonder why... Sunday came, I went to the gym, did laundry, had free pizza. I say it was a good day. OH and those that have been reading this journal like its your bible - I found some wax and relieved myself of this hair problem. Finally, I feel like I've been cleansed of some unholy demon that was taking over my body - the demon - Hair-magnanimous. Ok too far? not too funny? ah well. I couldn't find a cute way to insert "el Chupacabara" with the word hair.

That is my social life. If you want details about my work, I can give it but most of it is administration and depressing stories so... I'd rather keep it light. Hope this will give you an Athena fix for another week. I love you. Keep the comments coming. I like knowing I'm not just putting this into space for no reason.