I have to:
- Do a Ochem lab, which requires me relearning ochem
- Finish[read: start] the grad school application.
- Read texts for Philosophy.
- Get back to work at my lab and make my work there more productive this quarter
The night ended when Casper, my roommate and I were handcuffed and interrogated. I didn't think disturbance of the peace was an arrestable offense. rest assured, everything is all right, it was pretty obvious to me that they were just intimidating me. In fact, I have always wanted to get my Miranda rights read to me. Missed out this time, but got close. In the end, it was great that they came, the party promptly ended at 1 and after clearing everyone out and taking stock of the aftermath, I was able to get to sleep at a reasonable time before 9am practice the next day.
I still can't find my electric razor or frying pan.
Saturday night I went to a massive rave on campus and then to a big house party. At 6pm I was barely able to move: party hosting, little sleep and intense practice lead to coma. Somehow, my roommate got me up and out the door. Even though I couldn't stop yawning, I stayed true to the adage that if one is going to party, they might as well party hard. I got home at 10am, ate some food, and passed the fuck out on the recliner [damn that thing is comfortable].
The house still smells a little of beer with a tint of vomit. Ah the smell of success.
Lei-Out this upcoming weekend. If I make it through this week alive, the tourney is gonna be a blast. Hope to see you there.