Intervention makes me feel a lot better about myself.

I haven't written in a while, I have a lot of work to do and I feel like some interesting events have transpired so I figured now is as good of a time as ever to recap. Unfortunately my memory has somewhat faded, but I'll try my best. Some of my highlights from the past couple weeks:

St. Patty's Day. Went to Ted's around 12pm. I'm irish so I had to celebrate right. Skipped my afternoon class and drank green beer all day. All was good and well until we went to Thirty Dog. By this point I was wasted and can't really explain what happened. One minute I'm getting my groove on at the dance floor (aka falling all over myself) when something smacks me incredibly hard on the side of my head. It hurt like a bitch, but I didn't really know what was wrong until somebody freaked out because I had blood dripping down the side of my head. From what I can gather, because no one really saw it happen, I believe that someone got excited and in the moment whipped a glass bottle in the air and murphy's law directed straight to my head instead of the hundred other people that were around me. Drinking all day, my blood was about the consistency of water, so that didn't really help matters much either. Shoving my way through masses of people, I got to enjoy every drunk biddy in the bathroom playing doctor to my wound while I cried hysterically at the amount of blood I was losing. To top things off I ended the night with a fab drunk dial. Icing on the cake. The cut took like 3 weeks to heal and I still have a weird dent on head.

Went to a formal. That night UConn advanced to the Final Four and Pitt did not. Used that as an excuse to completely black out, while running around screaming that I was winning my bracket. No one cared because I was at a school with a d-III basketball team. Got in a fight with some guy, danced the night away and possibly overdosed on birth control, but not really... no big deal. I spent the entire next day hung over and sick until 6pm.

Night of the Final Four. The high points of my night include crying because UConn lost and proceeding to drink an entire 12 pack of beer, smash all 12 bottles outside my apartment and dedicating each one to a special someone that I hate and kicking a hole in my kitchen wall. I do not take disappointment well. Oh and apparently I punched someone in the balls twice... unnecessary and not ok. Sorry.

Somewhere in the midst of all this was my 22nd birthday... fuck that looks old... and several disasters of a nickel night. My favorite being the one where post-nickel I drank beer and watched soft core porn on demand with my neighbor until 4am.

I'll try harder to keep up to date. Not that anyone really reads this shiz anyway.