But, I have a midterm in 10 hours!

Ok, so it wasn’t a “real” midterm, I just had to act in two scenes and put up my scene I directed. All went well, but last night…ooooooooooooo last night…

It started out harmless, just going to have lunch and a few drinks with some girls from work. Little did we know that Fox and Hound had 2.75 cosmos. So, we sat for a long time, drinking, talking, swearing that we were done, but getting swept up in conversation and ordering, “Just one more round.” 8:30, we are all in the bag, but a girl from work, Kelly, was having a birthday party. So, I dropped Mike off at home, and went back out.

I was going to stay for TWO, but… everyone was like, “Liz, c’mon, you don’t go out with us.” “We won’t be out that late.” To which I kept responding, ” But, I have a midterm in ____ hours!” Well, I stopped drinking at the second bar, but when I got there, I was pretty much gone. I was dancing with my manager, Randy, and the friends he brought. Joey, the supposed “asshole” of Champp’s, was being awesome. Tatiana was trashed and grinding on every guy there, and when she would grind on Joey, he would just look at me. He told me later he feels every girl just wants him for sex or they turn out to be pyscho. We danced a little bit, and then I sat down.

My buzz started wearing off, the headache started to wield its ugly head at me, and once I sober up, I can NO longer dance. I checked the time… 3 AM… my final was in 11 hours. I finally got the little group I drove together, drove them home, and hopped in my own bed at 4:30 AM. At least I would be able to sleep in a bit… (wrong)

10 AM, after a mere 5 and a half hours of sleep, Mike comes in my room to tell me him and Matt couldn’t get a hold of a ride, and needed a ride to work. I threw on some pants, a sweatshirt, and mumbling under my breath, drove them to work, came home, showered, went to school where “the cold” hit me.

Sneezing, aching, coughing, everything on the side of a bottle of NyQuil. I have to work my tail off this weekend, make some cash, so many bills, BLAH. I’m crabby…

In my intoxicated state last night, I told Lauren about my teeniest of a crush on Mike Minor. I think she may tell him, and then I will just feel STUPID. Oh well, life’s short.. might as well take advantage of it. Ok, I’m taking my crabby ass to the couch… I’ll be in a better mood later.