The ultimate question in life: Should I order pizza now or later?

That exam I just did? Totally kicked it's butt...It may have officially bent over the desk and exposed it's rear-end only to be slammed by a piece of plywood held by me. That's right...I'm awesome...I hope.

Typically, I walk into my exams the most over-confident individual you'll ever see. By the time the exam is over, I'm usually great. Once I get back to my office, sit down for a moment and hang up the phone with my mom...I get a little voice saying "Perhaps you didn't do so well." Now, I know that voice is a) not a result of my being slightly off the deep end, and b) not real; however, I'm still slightly shaken that perhaps, this will be the one time that I don't do as well as I thought...Can I have my grade back please???

Now, time to study for my sociology exam at 7pm, and after, I will celebrate by taking out trash (my roommate and I tend to be slightly messy at times but in our defence, we're both incredibly busy), ordering pizza, dancing around like a complete idiot to Glee and perhaps some TFK or something equally as awesome...that's right peeps...I'm staying sober. Holy crap.

I think I'll clean my room, get a long, lovely shower...do some laundry so I don't completely smell terrible? Oh, this is actually surprisingly exciting! I may even clean other things...like the bathroom, perhaps do dishes...well, lets not get carried away.

This is truly the university experience. When you finish that first round of exams and get so excited about just being totally clean again...just feeling as though you're not a total grease bucket who's mother would disown you after crying over the attack of the killer laundry pile...that's the nitty-gritty university experience. Enjoy it because someday, there will be someone else saying "sweetie...please clean up your socks" and you'll have to insert earplugs to drown them out.

Now, to study for a sociology exam in 1 3/4 hours. Wish me luck...or at least, text me the correct answers!

The Curse of the Red Dress

A night filled with great food, drinks and friends makes for an incredible time except for the (insert scary music here) 'Curse of the Red Dress.' Every time I wear this dress, something obscure happens where I wake up saying: "What did I do/text/say?" Usually it also involves: "Who did I kiss?" however, I am free and innocent this time.

My gaggle of friends met at BigTide, which I highly recommend. I drank, I did shots, I sat on my publisher's (Mr. AE) lap and asked for peace on Earth...or at least, peace between him and my darling friend, EG for a night. Finally, I went home with EG, watched 'An American Horror Story' and 'Fright Night' (which was actually decent amidst the screaming and the blood).


(Above: the cursed dress)

The curse comes in a few ways as are nicely illustrated below:

1) I ripped the heel of my boot...not badly but I love my new boots and that sucked!
2) I smoked (ew).
3) I called S. Honestly, I don't really want to hang out with him again but I feel bad not talking to friends. Oh well.
4) I do believe I argued with EG about why a couch was less moral to sleep on than a bed (my valid points are: you can do the same thing on a couch as you do a bed, you can have sex easier sitting up on a couch- even if the bed has a big headboard, and you're almost layered on one another so beds are more appropriate).
5) LG grabbed my boobs looking for my nipple (over my dress). I'm not sure if she found it amidst the padding.
6) I called J. a duck while trying to write an f*bomb. Whoops to BOTH!
7) My favorite moment of the night though was as EG decided to completely rag on me about my choice in men, I grabbed his hip to see if his previous girlfriend had broken his pelvis if she was on top...as well as many other low-brow, terrible jokes. He stopped making his jokes and I stopped making mine!
8) I realized the last time I wore the dress the same crap happened...I drunk-texted, fell out a window onto a roof and my knee took over a month to heal up, kissed a guy who had a girlfriend, and had a great time in general :)
Ahh the joys of being young and stupid!