DRrrrrinking . . . plus CAAAAANDY . . .
What am I doing right now? PROCRASTINATING. I have a meeting with the Ethics
Board and two assignments for tomorrow. I'm done one and a half. Sort of.
There's a picture, now on my desktop, courtesy of the elder Doucette brother,
of Stefan's coffee table. This is a closeup of two items on said table: a
two-ounce shot glass and a mickey (375mL) of Jagermeister. There's about an
inch left in said bottle. Both of these items belong to me. I figure I drank
about 300mL of 35% alcohol last night. Teehee! And I'm still fine. Very
tired, but I attribute that more to sleeping on Minda's floor than anything
else.
Last night was fun. Not as many people showed as were expected, so most of
the time it was just the Six, as Stefan referred to the dynamic arrangement of
himself, JB, Andy, me, and the Doucette Bros., plus the two girls,
Cathy and Carla (apparently, I don't count as female in this combination). JB
drank until he puked and passed out, Greg put on women's clothing, Stefan
stoned himself out of his own tree, and Matt recorded everything in graphic
detail with his digicam. No surprises, really. Mostly like every weekend
with the boys, except this time I was wearing a corset.
Then we all got up at various points this afternoon and collectively went out
for a Chinese brunch. Very good.
GLARG.
I wish I was anyone but me these days. And Cait. I don't want to be her
right now, either. *sends Caitlin the love* TOO BUSY! I was talking to Cait
tonight and she was saying how much she wanted to see me, and I was saying the
same. I mean, she's my best friend, and I see her once a month at most. And
she lives in the same city. At least Lisa and I have the excuse that she
lives 1000km from here. But Cait and I don't have any time where our
schedules match up with some free space. It's ridiculous. She was saying
that she wished she was a super genius and could just breeze through
everything, or that she was too stupid to realize that she had too much to
do. It's this in-between nonsense that's killing us.
AND
Things are stuper-ridicu-hectic this week. GAH! *shoots self*
*sigh*
And Hallowe'en was a BUST. Last year, I had a hundred kids. I ran out of
candy, and hooligans harassed me and stole my decorations. This year, I had
SIX. Now I have a fuckton of candy. Darn . . .
Posted by Ally at October 31, 2004 10:36 PM