In 24 hours I'll be en route to Tejas. A week later, Dubai. Ridiculous. Grad school is halfway over, and I feel like a bowling pin. The past week has been a blur ... this "studying" business, followed by disgusting amounts of partying. Now the good-byes start, and I"m unsure of how to proceed. What the hell will happen to all of us this summer? ( Read more... )

Oh the Guat. Ashley and I lived it up. Chicken buses, bizarre small town markets, lakeside lounging, gringo trails, active volcano climbs, attempts at going out in terrifying Guat City. That was us. We were best amigas with Gallo, the local beer. Even dabbled in the pride of the country: Zacapa rum ( Read more... )

school is killing me, except it's not because apathy wins. 4 eva ( Read more... )

it's ok. or it was. offensive cards. lots of laughs. big party plans ( Read more... )

Things have changed. A lot. It's 07, a date which I've now embraced twice. The agreed upon resolutions are ( Read more... )

Two finals to go. Then ... hell breaks loose. I've got three nights to go wild before we all leave for break ( Read more... )

Formal last night, and a martini pre-party that I hosted ... why why why? I couldn't function today. And I have such a retarded amount of shit to do ( Read more... )

I apparently came to grad school to kill my body with ridiculous amounts of alcohol. And to dance way too much at Tommy Doyle's and/or the Kong. It seems I've managed to find a set of kids equally willing to recreate an undergrad experience, and I love it. Except when I start to realize that my classes have "taken a back seat" to socializing. ( Read more... )

You know you're tragic when the only drunk food you can find in your house is Fiber One cereal. SUFFERING ( Read more... )

I can't believe I actually have an econ midterm. The feeling of high school I've had has only intensified! Fucking a ( Read more... )