Update

Update: I'm drowning! School! Work! Homework! Social life! None of it is coming out perfect, but its all being printed. Splotchy. Sloppy. A little late.

Some pretty rad stuff lined up though:

1. Nati's coming back.
2. i'm going to New York next week.
3. I have rent saved up for December.
4. I'm going back to California in about a month.

I've also managed to cram in a few beers with my friends, dinner with Angie, and a few kisses with a boy who I think is pretty fucking cool. I'm on top of my homework (shout out to that queer lit paper I'll be writing tonight!) and my reading, which has been kicking my ass all up and down the green line. Talking about school is a little boring, though, and a little trite, I think - who wants to hear about that shit? I don't even want to do it, let alone dignify it with more discussion. That ends here.

On the other hand, I had a swell weekend. I got of the hook at work on Friday and went out with coworkers Jen and Alex to this place called (Perry's or Terry's?) and got so drunk by 9 that I ended up puking in the urinal. Flooded the damn bathroom and the poor busboy looked like he had walked in on two overweight men butt-fucking on the wet linoleum.

Alex and I proceeded to go back to Commonwealth and took up a table for a couple of appetizers. His girlfriend Kenzie and Patrick showed up and they proceeded to drink for us. Patrick and Kenzie ended up getting into a heated debate over the specifics of the presidency, and we took the battleground up to Alex's roof with a couple of beers. We left shortly thereafter because Patrick ran into one of his ex's.

On the way home, we stopped by Wonderland to say hi to Angie and Patrick ended up throwing up in my toilet. Right before he passed out on my bed, with eyes closed, he smiled and said: "We both puked." With a small giggle, he passed out.