Thursdays should be Fridays.

Throughout my whole college experience, I've noticed that the big night to go out is Thursday. It's crazy. Until this day, I still schedule my classes, appointments, etc. at convenient times aka NOT on a Friday, or if it has to be on Friday, definitely not before 12 pm. Why? Because I will most likely be making my way home from falling asleep on a random couch, or trying to beg my insides not to come out and say hello.

This morning was no exception. Last night I went over to Nick's to make dinner. We decided to go hang out with his friend who owns a houseboat over South Lake Union. WOWWW. I want one really bad. We then went to Styx, a pool hall/bar that Nick's friend is the manager of. I had started drinking at 7 pm. I could've sworn it was time to go home and head to bed...but alas, I looked at the clock and it read 10:06. We then decided to head to another bar where there was some chick from the Real World [enter WHO CARES?? face here].

Who does all of this on a Thursday?!

And now I sit at my desk. Hungover. Without a shower. Trying to keep my eyes open. I've refilled my nalgene about 8 times and still, I feel like crap. TGIF.

On another note...this was pretty funny:
Brandon: Guess what today is?!!
Me: What?
Brandon: September 21st!
Me: ...
Brandon: The 21st of September!
Me: ...
Brandon: Do you rememba...the 21st night of Septemba!
Me: Ahahahahahahahaha

















RIP Johnny.