This weekend consisted of me falling asleep at 8:30 Friday night due to a loooong talk with Styna the previous night, working for eight hours on Saturday and then showing up somewhat later than anticipated to Justin's birthday dinner due to a wallet that I thought I had lost (but hadn't). After the dinner almost everyone headed over to Henry's place for some drinking and more drinking. He had quite a bit to drink...it was his 21st birthday after all. He kept apologizing for acting dumb...but in all honesty I think I get twice as bad at 3-4 in the morning without alcohol =\ I have two fears when it comes to drinking: the biggest fear is that I will throw up. I hate throwing up. Fear number two? That I'll do something really really stupid like take my shirt off and dance on the tabletop with a mixing bowl on my head. I mean come on, if I act like a moron sober, what am I going to be like drunk? Or maybe I'll end up being the polar opposite--an angry/depressed drunk. I hope not =P

Well, the night ended with me driving my tipsy and (very) talkative boyfriend back to his place and then heading home. I got home around 3:30am, just a few minutes before my mom did (!) I ended up oversleeping the next morning (woke up at around 10:15) and had to rush to Nishi without a shower. Neener had texted me asking if I was coming, but Sprint sucks. Hence, why I never get texts.

Sunday night was coffee with Hoho and Sara. We ended up drinking it in her car in the parking lot since, for some reason, that particular Starbucks appeared to have about a million tables and maybe 10 chairs. Oh well. Did you know that Myntz! look like nipples? Speaking of which have you heard about...? (you know what I'm talking about)

Blargh. I'm not naked but I sure as hell am soaking wet. When I left the library it was pouring. It kept raining harder and harder until I got to my car ;P

D: Will you be slipping out of those wet clothes and into a dry martini?

No, but I did bust a Styna and changed into pj pants and a sweatshirt the instant I got to my room, something I almost never do.

Kit brought me fresh pineapple from home (yummy). I think I'll eat that while I wait for my leftover pasta to heat up (in the oven not the microwave...following her instructions).