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It is 9:54 at night and I am being the biggest slime I
know. I have three midterms this week and 2 lab
reports due. I have quarter-assed one of the reports;
i haven't started the other one. I have half-assed
started to study for the midterm tomorrow but have not
started at all on the other two. I just bombed a
midterm on friday.
yaaay. I am a huge procrastinator. We went down to Granville Island yesterday. It has been a beautiful, sunny long weekend. This is the type of fall I love. Sunny, mildly cool...walk in the park type of weather. Mark picked out three movies and we played a drinking game: everytime either of our two words came up in the movie, we took a shot. His words were shit and money, mine were fuck and Elvis. The movie was 3000 Miles From Graceland. I drank like a fish and was so bloody high by the end of the night...I fell asleep on the bean bag after the second movie, "Crazy / Beautiful" and woke up to Mark giving me a huge hug. The hug felt nice, but I knew something was wrong already. . . .I went to the washroom and after washing my hands at the sink, proceeded to throw chunks with Mark watching at the door. At least it felt better after I puked. He drove me home....all the way home, from West Vancouver to Burnaby...and I was FINE up until six blocks from my house. I opened the door and gave a dry heave....closed the door and opened the window wide. Green light...Mark stepped on the gas just as I raised my hand up to my mouth....he reached over and tried to push my head out the window, but it was late. Too late. *shakes head in disgust* Does anyone else have this curiousity? Anything coming out of your body...liquid, semi-liquid or solid, you have to have a good gander at. I dunno. I just HAVE to have a look at stuff coming out of my body. Anyone else have this? he. heheh. Well. Gotta go do some studying. I hate school. I want work.
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