Basking Basketcase!

Oh, I am so beat! This week has just kicked by butt.. and flogged me, and... beat me up some more. But now it's Friday afternoon, and my rough draft for the paper is done, and all that lovely stuff, and I just want to fall asleep here in this chair in the library. But I won't... I will probably head back to the dorm and sit around a bit, then go to dinner, then I'm going to see Henry V with a bunch of people from my house. Woo UT! Then I'm going to meet my roomie's boyfriend, and maybe try to get some sleep that I can save up for Saturday night, which will undoubtedly be another one of those up-insanely-late nights, because everyone will be "partying" in my room. I did discover yesterday (by careful experiment, mind you) that peppermint schnapps is not as horrible as all other alcohol. In fact, you can't really taste the alcohol in it at all.. and that is dangerous. Very dangerous. From now on, I will know never to drink anything vaguely minty here, for fear that my faithful contemporaries are trying to tear down the pillar of sobriety that I have declared myself to be. It's funny... last weekend I pretty much found a way to disprove everything that was keeping me from joining all the drinking and drugging, and this weekend ought to be interesting, because now I'm just sailing without any sort of backup. I know I'll make it through now... it really doesn't bother me that much anymore (I say this now, while it's only 4:00). Wish me luck for the weekend! And keep me from this horrible jealousy of my friend that gets to go home for a week now. Darnit!