J and i were supposed to go to dinner last night but we got high, fucked, and went to sleep and missed our reservation.
so we ordered in some chinese and cracked open a bottle of moet.

we were sitting on the floor, and i'm on my fourth glass and i'm like "i have no buzz whatsoever."
when i tried to get up to go get another bottle, i fell on my damn head.
literally.

that shit ain't funny.

*****

i woke up this morning with a massive hangover.
i believe it's time to hang it up.
my little liver just can't take it anymore.

*****

today, i begrudgingly puttered to my first class.
i wouldn't have gone if it weren't for the test.
totally failed that shit.
oh wells.
afterwards, i went over to J's work so we could have lunch together.
actually, he had lunch. i just sat next to him playing with his naughty bits.
went back to campus for the second class.
bor-ring.
the prof asked me to stay after class to inform me i'm failing.
my response?
"it's not my fault this class starts during lunch."
i know it's my fault but i have a severe case of senioritis and since doctors don't write notes for me to be excused, i blame the time and metro traffic for me always being late.

technically, i shouldn't be late because there's only a 20 minute gap between my first class ending and the second one starting, BUT the first class always gets out early and J always asks me to go to lunch with him and i can't say no.
well i could, but i don't like to.

i'm not really bothered by failing the class, i'm more concerned about the fact that failing doesn't bother me.
i should be freaking the fuck out because i know that F is gonna pull my GPA down a ton. if not enough to cause me to lose my scholarship, then pretty damn close to where i can't afford to make anything below a B in the fall.
that's pretty bad.

*****

on my way home, i checked out this new tobacco and beer shop that just opened not too far from the house.
one of my former vices and i are buddies again.
J's not too happy about it.
he can kiss my ass though.

*****

i'm really annoyed by my tan being uneven.
my left arm is darker than the rest of my entire body because of the fucking sun beaming down on me when i'm driving.
everyone says they can't tell but i notice everything wrong with my body.
an uneven tan does not make me happy.

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