I'm sick. It made Micro lab a bitch, today.
Considering it was the most complicated lab to date, and I was sick, I had a rather rough time of it. I think Jenny wanted to kill me. I would've wanted to kill me. I couldn't remember anything, I was all over the place, I had no idea what I was doing, and even though I was trying to do stuff right, I was fucking up more than I was succeeding.
I don't think drinking last night, helped. In fact, I'm sure of it. Alcohol and colds simply don't mix well. It's like milk and alcohol.. Just don't do it. I thought I was hungover this morning, and that was why I felt so badly, but... 12 hours later and 2 bottles of gatorade, 2 full meals and what feels like a bottle of tylenol, and I feel no better, I am forced to conclude that I am sick. Shit. I don't hav etime for this BS. This Latin book staring me in hte face is killing me. I don't wanna think, I jsut want to... sleep.
At least there's only 14 sentences... I can bang them out in... 2 hours. Maybe an hour and a half if I'm lucky. LoL
I feel bad. I hurt Matt's feelings, and though he's done it to me more than I can count, I don't like the idea of revenge or retaliation. Today I pushed the envelope too far, and now I feel horrible. Argh... I hate it when I screw up and end up hurting someone's feelings. *shakes head* Sometimes, I wonder why I continue to speak. Maybe I will become a mime. Though, on second hand, I never could find a door out of those crazy boxes. Next time, I'll have to bring in some food and water. MIME FOOD AND WATER, of course. LoL
I played Beirut/Beer Pong last night! It was... amusing. Costa drank for me because I -hate- beer, and while he carried the team through hte first game, I -definitely- carried the team through the last. Once I worked my way through the rum I'd had earlier, I was, as Costa so aptly spoke, "En FUEGO!!!!" hahaha Which got turned into our team chant... "Estamos EN FUEGO!!!" Or... If you caught him at some points, the Portuguese Fight song. I have no idea what it was actually, but he told me he was yelling, "Champions! Champions! We are the champions!" *shrugs* But who can tell, really?
*shakes head* Argh.. I am feeling so horrible right now. Physically and mentally. Stupid, stupid, stupid. And I have to be kate's bitch tonight... I hope she knows I will drive, but not my car. 1/4 tank of gas? Not good, will freeze, tear up my lines and shit if it gets much lower... Geeezzzz.... Maybe I'll do homework with Luis, while we supervise her getting silly. Or maybe I'll jsut supervise everyone and be awesome like that. haha
A dinner at this plac etomorrow night?! Sweet! Josh, Meg, Costa (possibly), and whoever else wants to come.. .A PARTY!!! haha Yeah, right. I am kicking everoyne out after dinner and going o sleep. lmao What an awesome college student I make, right?
What to do, what to say? I don't know... I want kisses. Lots and lots, then just to be all curled up and held tight, so I can fall asleep without a care in the world, except whatever mischievous whim I may feel like acting upon. heh I suppose Latin it is, and then maybe tomorrow I can be bac kto normal, eh?
Argh... Being sick sucks. It makes me all twitchy and annoyed and defensive and... Icky. Boooooo!!