Two weeks till finals and this has been the easiest week ever. I’m sitting here eating lunch having just gotten out of class early because we couldn’t get sound for the movie we were going to watch. Tragic, yes? You’d think I’d be working hard, studying, having mountains of work to do before the end of the semester, but I’m actually finding that I’m bored. I don’t have any work to do other than finish a novel by Sunday. I suppose I should be using this time to do that, but uh…oh well.

Of the 10 classes I was supposed to have this week, I’m only going to have 6. It’s…just…so…wonderful….

Not being constantly stressed out makes college so much more fun and easier to deal with. Of course, it couldn’t be perfect.

I woke up this morning with this awful feeling that my relationship was falling apart. I know it’s not, we just haven’t spoken at lot in the past 4 days. I’ve probably only noticed it because I’ve had so much free time!

It may also be that I’m a bit jealous sometimes. How is it that I always find the guys who have all friends that are girls?

Yesterday he was reading the book I got him for fun for his birthday, I <3 Female Orgasm, but he wasn't reading it alone. He was reading it with his friend from downstairs, a girl. He would pop in every now and then via Instant Messenger to tell me how much they were enjoying the book.

Yeah, that sounds good. That’s exactly what I want to hear. hah.

Of course, I’m passive aggressive and while this irks me a little, I’m really not worried about it. It’s been a year, and he still hasn’t learned not to put his foot in his mouth. I used to be really good about just letting things like that go because I knew he just didn’t realize how I would take it, but I find now that each time he does that, it irks me just a little.

I trust him, but I can’t help but get irritated every now and then. Of course, I feel bad saying anything because it’s just bringing up conflict that I have created myself. And I’m too afraid to unsettle things so far apart, and so close to break.

I’m so needy it’s sad.

But, on the bright side, I’m kicking ass in my classes. Finals week is going to be a breeze! woohoo!

Right now I’m wondering about what I’m going to do this weekend. I’d love to go dancing, you don’t need to drink to do that…although, it helps. But I’m sure I can manage to dance like a hooooeeee (as Fergie would say) if I try real hard.

Happy Belated Thanksgiving to everyone!

I don’t really have an particularly fun stories from break. My cousin got engaged. I guess that’s cool. However, all Thanksgiving really did was cement my contempt for my extended family. One cousin, the one getting married, is a fat, lazy bastard. The next cousin is probably going to live at home for the rest of his life. And the third and youngest cousin, wants to go to college, but oh my god, she is the biggest little bitch I’ve ever met. My aunt and uncle are cool I guess, even though they called my education “a waste of money.”

But enough about my extended family that I don’t usually own up to…

I was pleased that I got to hang out with my favorite every day. He even surprised me the day I got home. He also made me hot chocolate and took care of me while I was feeling sick.

That was another thing, I got ridiculously sick for break. Ear infection and some crazy nasty cold. Feeling better now though.

I think I would normally be more lighthearted in my post, except that the break ended so badly. I went to my boss’s party, and got hammered. It was a poor choice, as is eating chipotle then binge drinking patron tequila shots. Needless to say, I ended up in the bathroom. Not only was it humiliating, it was painful. I wasn’t even lucky enough to black out.

luckily, and for this my boyfriend deserves a medal, He drove me home and took care of me. Not before I fell out of my car and crawled to the grass so I could throw up on my lawn. Ah memories…

Well I requested that he stay the night with me and take care of me. He was averse to it, and said he’d walk home. I was having none of that, so I made him stay. Another poor choice on my part.

It was great to have him close by if I needed anything, but the next morning when I drove him home, my parents saw us leaving. This resulted in them being furious with me. And I had to catch a flight in an hour.

Essentially, My parents called me cruel names which I don’t think I really deserved and told me to act my age. But, I thought that’s how people behaved when they are 18, young, and stupid?

But it really upset me, that and I was hungover and tired as fuck. So on my incredibly painful flight home, I decided I needed to make a few changes in my life.

1) Take a break from drinking. Yeah, college is pretty much known for that, but it might be the memories of spewing chipotle burrito into a toilet that are driving this decision. Plus, I’ll probably drop 5 pounds. Always a perk!

2) No more drinking at home.

3) Spend more time with my parents. Apparently, I don’t spend enough time with them, or have enough free time for them to decide for us to do something.

4) No more smexing up my boyfriend at my house while my parents are upstairs and awake.
5) Be less open with my parents about my habits. The less they know, probably the better.

So those are my 5 new rules to live buy. I just want my “good girl” image back. The only people that think I’m innocent anymore are my boyfriends parents, and I love the way they treat me because of it.  Hopefully I can stick to it. That is, until my boyfriend and I head up to Quebec where we will be sleeping in the same room, skiing/snowboarding daily, and the drinking age is 18.

And talk about irony, My boyfriend turns 21 and the next week I decide to stop drinking. Perfect timing.

(11:49:45 PM) Boyfriend: i will protect you
(11:49:49 PM) Boyfriend: from zombies and rape
(11:49:55 PM) Me: and zombie rapists
(11:50:04 PM) Boyfriend: especially those

Just in case, It’s good to know things like this.

What do bored college students do on Wednesday in between classes? Well, when I’m not watching the CSI: Miami team catch killers, I’m out and about with my friends…and trying to catch the campus gorilla. Yes, that’s right, the campus grollia.

Recent sighting have included the gorilla walking to class. We went out with nets, put up signs, yet the gorilla continues to allude us.

One day….we will catch him. And glory shall be ours!

“My room smells like a brothel. Cheap booze and girls.” - Catie

Good times getting ready to go out haha

It’s been cold here. 27 degree wind chill.

I’ve been busy…..and hungover. I made the mistake of going out last wednesday, which was Halloween, and getting hammered. Had class the next morning at 9:30am, after going to bed at 3:30am. Never felt so sick in my life, just short of actually getting sick. Still managed to get a 7/10 on my quiz though! Had a headache the rest of the day, still went out that night though.

I didn’t drink the second night, but I learned a lot about the guys I was with. I felt dirty compared to them. One guy claimed to have dated a girl for three years, and never did anything more than make out. I quote, “She never touched my penis.” And he had still, by choice, never done anything more.

He also claimed to have never, in his life, masturbated. I’m pretty sure a) that’s not possible, and b) that’s not healthy.

The other guy I was with….had never even kissed a girl.

I felt so dirty. but then again, I also felt like the only Man of the three of us.

And they told me: “you’re not a girl. you’re a drinking buddy.” and I can live with that. I guess when I drink, I just don’t have a vagina or something.

On Saturday I finally got a guy to buy me a drink at the bar. First time since I’ve been here. Two Long Island Ice Teas! wootwoot! He was European too.

15 days till thanksgiving break!!!