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This weekend, which should have been spent studying for my Entrepreneurial Law final, was instead spent marinating my liver.
On Thursday night I celebrated the last Doggett class of my career. Of course, in the spring I will likely have the option to take another joyous class with him, but... Never Again, No Way, No How. So back to Thursday. Seeing as last weekend's Thursday involved me and an altercation with my friend Patrón, I decided to stick to beer. This decision was also in anticipation of Friday's annual Beer Olympics. So really, I was doing myself a favor by pregaming.
My state the next morning was worse than the one in which Patrón left me the week prior. (Irrelevant!) I quickly put my game face on and headed to Beer Olympics.
Me +case chug w/ 9 teammates +
tricycle race +
dizzy bat +
egg race +
flip cup tournament +
straw chug +
waterfall +
[insert drinking games that I was too sloshed to remember playing here] +
3 boot-and-rallies
=
a good time had by all + NO HANGOVER!!
From there, I did not go home to take a cold shower. Nay, I headed straight to the last Wine Club event of the year, an evening to top all evenings, complete with epicurean delights and all the wine I could handle. Have I mentioned how great b-school is?
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming...
Holy Mother of God, I am never exercising again.
I recently took up running, with encouragement from T. And to make it known just how serious I was, I turned in my 6 year old running shoes and bought fancy new ones. I mean, PEOPLE - I had a running specialist look at my stride, just to make sure I was making a worthwhile investment!
Since then, I have been running 3-4 times a week. I still hate it, but overall I do actually feel better for tormenting myself. Which is why, when I suspected I was getting shin splints from too much running, I got really annoyed. But I decided to hold off on the running thing for a while.
Fast forward to today. 80 degrees, not a cloud in the sky.
No matter, I said. A, henceforth to be known as X, had finally mailed me the last of my belongings, including a pair of rollerblades. Instead of letting my aching shins get the best of me, I decided to partake of some good old fashioned low-impact exercise - and perhaps even get a semblance of a tan.
Now, I would normally refrain from putting any degree of nudity on this site, but the debacle that ensued is too good to keep to myself:
Seriously, the exercise gods must have something against me.
Received in my school inbox today:
If you or someone you know touched a bat near the south end of Bellmont (off of San Jacinto St., across from the Alumni Center) on Monday, April 23, 2007, Environmental Health & Safety needs to talk to you. Please call Environmental Health & Safety, 471-5776 / 471-3511 or call the City of Austin Health and Human Services Department, 512-972-5590, and report that you touched a bat. Thank You.
Few things make me miss Boston more than when watching a Red Sox game, let alone one as fantastic as tonight's game - arguably a sweep to rival the Reverse Sweep of 2004. OK, maybe not quite.
I received an elated call from the bro who asked if I was watching as I heard Varitek claim the 4th straight homer in the background. Terrible fan that I am, I not only did not remember the Sox were playing the Yankees, but I don't even have cable. Or a subscription to MLB.com. Having met no Sox fan neighbors or nearby pals who would be remotely interested or available, I did what any self-respecting member of the Red Sox Nation would do.
I went to a sports bar by myself.
Well, not by myself exactly. I had my text messaging friends:
"what's with the pitchers' necklaces?"
"it's pimpstyle"
"matsuzaka sucks."
So, fine, it was somewhat sad. But totally worth it when I got props from the other Sox fans for showing up solo, and even more worth it when Papelbon smoked Jeter and Damon.
Suckers.
these past 6 months have been incredible
i wish i could have spent them all with you
He may not be here to hold my hand through the night, but he does a pretty OK job at letting me know he's still around.
Job update: day after blogging about job concerns, among others... Success! Again! Still have job, now waiting for paperwork & word on negotiated time off.
Also feeling markedly better RE: STM situation. Getting better at distracting self.
Well... the nerves have decided to stick around for a while. The good news: my lack of appetite comes just in time for bikini season (which, in TX, apparently starts in March, so technically I'm behind schedule).
I haven't heard from my place of [now potential?] summer employment since before spring break. This is unnerving for several reasons: since I last spoke to them, they did a drug test and checked my references. I'm less concerned about the test and more concerned about the references. One of them I hadn't spoken to in about 5 years, another could have gone either way. Regardless - what is the hold up? The flexibility of my summer is quickly becoming much less so, and I would like to know whether a.) I will have enough time for a quick "hop" to Malaysia pre-job, b.) I will be able to pick up STM from the airport upon his much awaited arrival and c.) if I will be able to attend STM's graduation. The latter 2 fall on weekdays and are of fairly high priority, so knowing what my employment requirements are on those days is of utmost importance. Of course, knowing whether or not I STILL HAVE A JOB is even more important...
Additionally, this week includes the the day on which I am to be verbally massacred in my Class From Hell. I volunteered to present a case, about which I know essentially nothing, to a classroom full of Subject Matter Experts. All in the name of procuring an above average participation grade, which counts for a full 50% of the final grade.
I don't know if I will be able to complete my independent study. Part of this is due to factors outside of my control, but another part of me wonders if I would be in this predicament if I had decided to just stick with 5 classes, or if I hadn't gone to Turkey and Greece. The answer to this is invariably, NO, you moron, you brought this misery upon yourself and now you have less than a month to pull your shit together. That said, I would go to Turkey and Greece all over again, given the chance. Screw you, independent study.
Despite what appears to be a deluge of distractions, it's all I can do to focus on the rational, somewhat controllable parts of my life. I miss him constantly. By the 2 week mark I thought that things would have settled at least somewhat, but instead I find myself evaluating my days based on whether or not I was able to talk to him. This cannot be the healthiest way to go about my day, but I think I've somehow forgotten how to be sane.
