Ever hear that expression? well, when you only have three exams (that you only have to make C's on) and five days left until graduation, the light is shining right into my eyes! YEAH for being so close to being done! I don't actually know if my attention span is going to make it, since it has been reduced to about one hour. How sad!
Anyway... this weekend was fun, except that I started getting sick. Friday I drove down to ATL with MORE stuff that I don't know if I'm actually going to need, but that I refuse to live without. On the way there though, Tom calls me and asks me if I've picked up my ticket for graduation yet... no, no I had not! So, Tom gets that for me. Get to ATL, drop the stuff off, nap, then head to Birmingham to party it up with Stacey... at least that was the plan. Got there, we chilled, went to dinner, and just caught up and really hung out. It was some fun times. We got dressed, looked super hot, and headed to Tuscaloosa to hang with Bama boys (as there was nothing going on in B'ham). So we get there, and I've forgotten my ID. I mean seriously, that is such an amateur move! I was so pissed off! We still got into Mellow the hear a really good band, and got to hang out with the Bama boys a bit before heading back to Stacey's apartment. Passed out around 2 or 3. We got up and got some lunch at Panera, and we were both starting to get sick... it sucked! Went to open play, but no one else was there, so we went back to the apartment, and I gathered my stuff to come home. I gradually get more and more sick in the car, and then I realize I've forgotten something very vital to my existence in B'ham. No, it's not my blanket (yes, I'm 21 and I still have a very specific blanket that I carry with me on trips... I don't want to hear it), and it's not my pillow. I left my cleats. For me, that's like leaving my right arm, or my cell phone. And as sad as that is, I won't be able to get them back for another week, when Stacey comes to ATL to visit. I'm still kicking myself over everything that I left in B'ham... my heads just not always screwed on right apparently.
So, yesterday I forced myself out of bed and to Panera for some soup and some study time, which was fairly ineffective, and then went back home and watched boring Sunday afternoon TV. So now, it is two hours until my first final, and this is what I'm doing... posting. How much do I not care anymore?
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