crying over spilled milk.

i think that if i did work during the times i was on fmylife.com, facebook, deviantart, various webcomics, and all the lolcat varieties this week and weekend, i would've been done with the lab report, long done with prelab, and quite possibly done with next week's hw.

*sigh*

that aside, weekend was a good way to get a lot of things done (ZING! ironic). had taiko photo shoot, practice, AND party with roommates and apt friend. did some of the report, and did the prelab.. and some other stuff that took all day.

the party..
whooo, where do i start? i had to rush back home from practice early, guilt-laden all, to get ready in the 15 minutes i was given. got dressed, made up, and was out the door to see if we could preparty at patrick's place. had just enough time to down a shot that did NOTHING for me and had to walk about a billion miles to where the part bus was supposed to pick us up. watched some guys get (arrested?) cus they were acting suspicious right when the cops pulled up by throwing away their bottles of alcohol. idiots.
the bus was a lot smaller than the ones we were all kinda expecting, but hell, a ride from la jolla to stingaree? good enough for me. had to head to the bar down about 1 and a half adios, 4 shots (beforehand in the bus), another shot of buttery nipple (!), to get a somewhat buzz.. yikes.. it all caught up with me later as i was ridiculously happy during the entire time.. and can't seem to remember a lot of things that happened as of now. whatever. stingaree plays music i'd like to dance to. mad props :D
saw one of patrick's roommate whom everyone around me was telling me reminds of them of the ex. and indeed he does. but doesn't really matter since this one is pretty cute. and i do believe i made the point of telling him many, many times. i.. really need a book on how to flirt or something. i fail so bad at this! anyways, did some facebook stalking for awhile i felt the need to say fuckmylife, and eventually stopped.

also, that potato burrito from cotixans at 4 in the morning during me and manasa's random and geographically challenged adventure after the party?

the BEST thing after a boozy night of dancing.

now i'm just left feeling like a train ran over my legs.

alright. it's midnight, and i'm sure not feeling motivated. fuck it.