The Wrestlers, their Girlfriends, & the Whore
It is once again Monday and I have survived another weekend.
Before I forget... The title of this entry is a shout-out to Jenna for reasons not to be disclosed. Jailbait what?
Friday. The night of the hyped-up formal affair. The pre-event took place at mi casa. The participants included Jenna, Ali, Katy, Anna, Danielle, Grace, and eventually Adam, his own Anna, and Sarah. There was talking and casual drinking, which lead to games and bursts of giggles (how many drunk girls does it take to figure out how to play f the dealer?), and ended in uncontrollable laughing, shots, more empty bottles than such few girls should be able to consume, and stumbling over to Henry St. Needless to say, we brought the party. Literally, when we got there the number in attendance doubled. Despite the poor ratio of females to males I managed to find/finish a box of pizza, jump on a bed (alone), bond in the bathroom (so typical of us girls), and pass around my paper-cup/straw of beer to everyone there (disease?). Oh, and I think I have been hanging out with Adam too much lately because my photo taking habits are starting to resemble his. I managed to crawl into bed by 4 and claim a few hours of sleep.
Saturday. I hosted a dinner/drinking party once again at mi casa. The food was fabulous- thanks to Grace and Jenna for helping me pull it off. The drinks began flowing by 7. Drunkness followed soon after. Three nameless @'ers had been drinking since 11am. Thanks to everyone for coming! The night continued for me at Brother's where it happened to be 'Bacardi-gras'. About 10:30pm my memory fades. Only the pictures can tell pieces of the story.
Sunday. Woke up very drunk. A very bad hang-over soon took it's place. Ali comes over and passes out in my bed with me. We order Ians, which neither of us can stomach. My roomie asks why there is an alarm-clock in the microwave. There is no answer. Ali and I pass out somewhere with a large pot of leftover noodles between us. We wake up at 4:30pm. Ali leaves. I sleep more. I talk to my friend Amy to try to figure out what happened at Brother's. We realize we also went to Hatters. We finally just agree on the fact that we drank like it was our job.
Monday. I wake up and there is a 2L bottle of Sprite in my bed. I failed to do my accounting homework. I go to class and get back a quiz- 9/10. Class average=6. Who needs to do homework if they can be this awesome? (no answer required.)
I gave this weekend my all. All this weekend gave me was a zit.
Disco Nights, Party Lights
After a good and long night of sleep (shout out to Tylenol pm), my day started at 10:30 watching a few episodes of Friends under the covers in my bed. I then proceeded to Starbucks to pick up a coffee and a bagel before settling into the office for a few hours. The fact that I will probably need to fire one of my instructors in a few hours looms over my head. I will deal with that later.
It looks as if I could end up in Chicago this summer. The thought of being in the Windy City for a few months on my own makes me smile.
Last night the Gritty was packed... With underagers. I need to clarify that I do not mean that offensively at all. But it made me feel old. To see all these freshmen glamed up and being off the walls ridiculous made me laugh. But it also made me realize that not too long from now I will be exiting this stage of my life. When I came to Madison as a wide-eyed freshman I did not have much ambition to do anything except drink, make-out, and hopefully not fail. It may have crossed my mind at some point that I should pick a major. Since then, I have grown up a little and accomplished a lot. Have no fear, I still like to drink and make-out (and eventually I will declare my major). College... Can we stay forever?
Tonight is Mike & Mike's (makes me think of Mike and Ike's- yum) formal affair. I think it is time to slip on the dress, put on my dancing shoes, and be off the walls ridiculous as a salute to the past and in honor of the future.
Big Day/Last Day
7:15am is quite early to have a make-up exam. Being in a small room with six people and Tim McClurg is not my ideal start to a morning. It is finished though and I have done well. Mkt 640 exam- check. accounting 211 quiz- check. Otm 350 exam- check. Finance 300 will have a big fat check in about t minus 9 hours. Hopefully all these checks will translate into A's within the next week b/c that is just how I roll. And boy am I ready to roll into this weekend.
It's a Numbers Game
In high school... "In college I will never take a class that is mathematically related- EVER."
As a business student I have now taken the following-
math 113
math 210
math 211
statistics
financial accounting
managerial accounting
micro economics
macro economics
finance
operations and technology managements
etc.
The list of classes that I have taken that do not involve math is much shorter. Like Sue, my mother & a mathematics major alumni, has always said- "Math is everywhere Katie."
And I never would have thought that I would say this... But I kind of like it that way.
The Grindstone
I like to be prepared. I like lists and I like plans. I realize that those two sentences make me sound very boring and even anal. No plans frustrate and worse, confuse me. I like to know where I am going. I can play a lot of emotions well... Sadness, hurt, betrayal and of course all the good ones, but confusion leaves me just that- confused and direction-less. Will someone please point me in the right direction... Which at this point, with a quiz tomorrow and two exams the day after, would probably be to the library. However, I doubt that a basket-case girl that cries at the drop of a hat would be conductive to everyone else's studying. Katie, get your life together.
A Haircut, Wine, and Home
Sometimes it is comforting just to be at home.
The Devil Lives inside Thursday Nights
Thursday nights have not been my shining moments as of late. When the night falls, this academic and focused girl pours herself a drink, swearing that she "will only have a few". Only having a few turns into, "Jenna, remind me to stick to only beer tonight". The fallacious comments continue as follows:
"Jenna, let's just have one mixed drink a piece, but no shots."
"Jenna, if I buy another one, will you share it with me?"
(I bring back two drinks, one for each of us)
Then I buy a round of shots and all my intentions for waking up early and studying for my quiz disappear. At the end of the night, the final count was-
5 mixed drinks
at least 4 glasses of beer
1 shot
2 pieces of pizza
1 taco
I slept through my quiz, but made it to work. I am most likely still drunk and my head hurts. Thursday nights may be my personal devil, but the devil also happens to be my best friend.
Under a Blanket of Snow
I am a summer girl. There is nothing I love more than lying on a boat in my bikini with the sun bronzing my shoulders and listening to the sound of waves slap against the shore. Waking up to a sea of white had a calming effect on me today. I did not mind throwing on my boots and battling up for the trek to class. I even semi-enjoyed feeling the harsh wind hit my face and had visions of throwing myself into the white dust and rolling around. Who am I and where did the real me go??? An even greater question... is anyone going out tonight?
Life is not Black & White Baby
After a long absence from the blogging scene, it is fitting that I choose today for my return. I do not promise to entertain you, post profound and thought-provoking entries, or even write on a consistent basis. However, you can be sure that what you read, no matter how trivial and mindless, is a true reflection of myself.
Twelve hours ago, I received a blow from someone that I have come to love more intensely than I ever thought I would let myself during college. Being the victim of a broken heart is a tricky matter. Where is the fine line between letting someone know you still care and appearing needy? How do you keep the memories without tasting the pain? When does the hurt end...
The only conclusion I have been able to gather is that somewhere between being born and today, life got complicated. Complexity usually intrigues me, but right now I would prefer something more black and white.
Life is rarely black and white though and things seldom remain unchanged. You have to count the blessings you have been given, keep thinking, and remember to breath. It is the little things that truly matter.
And in the midst of all the emotion, one final thought can not be forgotten. It says worlds about my family and friends that while losing my best friend, I can still call myself the luckiest girl in the world.
