Token Drunken Entry

Disclaimer:  Usually, I make a point of not updating on Shabbat so as to create the appearance of being observant/genuinely trying to make Shabbat a little different, but yeah…..like I said, this journal is self-incriminating on more levels than you know.

Today started out well.  Had a decent talk with my chem professor and a good time in french class today.  We learned about the stock market in france/in french.

Then the day went kind of downhill with the symposium.  But afterwards, Matt, Chelsea, Katie, and me went out to celebrate/bitch/gossip/let out steam.  I’ve been drinking since about 3 pm.  It was excellent.  Actually, my french teacher was at the bar/restaurant that we went to and talked to me and Chelsea for awhile.  Apparently, she’s pregnant, and I didn’t pick up on it at all, but Katie noticed and then we started watching her and realized that she was only drinking water….hmmm….I’m totally oblivious.

That said, it’s now 9 and I’m more than a little tipsy and I don’t know what to do with myself.  My sort-of boyfriend (don’t ask) is not home this weekend so I can’t hang out.  My roommates are gone for the weekend.  My best friend at college is gone for the weekend.  My best friend at home and I are about to get in a fight, so I can’t visit her (not to mention that although I can type, I’m not sure I’d trust myself to drive…..I’ve had quite a few drinks.  Matt and Chelsea said they’d hang out with me, but made it clear I’m kind of their back-up plan.

Funny.  This weekend is one of my last of my college career.  It should be the most amazing weekend ever, right?

But no.  Everyone has too much work/went home/who knows.  It is one of the more boring weekends ever and I couldn’t even make plans to road trip because I have too much work to do (which obviously, I’m a big slacker and I’m not going to do now).

Alcohol also has that depressant effect on me, so if I wasn’t bummed about a lousy weekend before, I’m now approaching an even worse mood.  Currently working on my umpteenth drink of the evening.  I’m exaggerating, but you get the point.  We started drinking early. 

"Dinner" (because this was like 4 in the afternoon) conversation was quite good.  We discussed a mind-boggling probability problem.  There is no way I could repeat the problem in a way that would make any sense, but the real point is that I think there’s something to be said about the drinking and math combo.  Freshman year when I got drunk, I used to do my math and economics hw, which is significant because now I barely do any hw while sober.   I think it has to do with the abstract perfection of math that makes it so satisfying to do while drunk.  The logic component is also great.  We had over three hours worth of conversation, most of it gossip, but my favorite part by far was when we were talking about math.

I’m not an intellectual either, and I’m not even smart by any definition of the word.  And I’m not a math major.  I just like drunk math a lot.

Sorry, this is a pathetic drunken retarded Shabbat-violating entry.  I apologize.