this past weekend was insanity. pure, unadulterated, sand-in-your-ass, drinking-all-day-long, tawdry, over-the-top insanity.
friday night started with a speedy drive to the upper lands and margaritas; it ended with me cockblocking some guy after he spouted three hours of game. he so thought he was golden.
saturday saw more debauchery, most of which took place outside of my pants. i met someone i really like, and we talked over grilled cheese and then went to the beach at 6 a.m. i left with butterflies in my stomach and sand in, well, everything else.
i got back to champaign at 11:30 on sunday night, after spending one crazy day in a bar. i did not leave the northern territories until 9:30. we were supposed to leave at 4 in the afternoon. instead, i talked shop with a couple of senior vice presidents, possibly scoring myself a job in one of their companies.
molly's p.s. - orientation is now on its downward motion. only 3 weeks left until i temporarily have no responsibilities. i'll be spending the third week or so of july in miami, and i hope you will have returned by the time i get back to the midwest. it seems certain i will be moving to chicago in the coming months; i cannot wait to spend endless hours watching teenage girl movies in my apartment. the water for my pasta is boiling over all foamy - any tips from italy on how to make it not do that?
i swear to god that i'm not becoming one of those people that was totally hardcore about their web journal for like two weeks before going lame and never posting again.
well, maybe i am, but i hope i'm not.
the real situation is my fucking relentless schedule. i honestly deserve some slack for not keeping the world up-to-date with my life because i am currently pulling 14 and 1/2 hour days. i work from 6:30 in the bright fucking morning until 9 am. at this point, i leave work to attend my deleterious class at parkland on genetics. (sidenote: i had promised myself i would graduate from the university of illinois without taking a class at parkland. partly because i can be a real snob when it comes to education, but mostly because i wanted my degree to be soley and wholly from the university of illinois. this all, of course, was before las fucked me over. my mind was changed.) after my class lets out at 12:15, i get 45 minutes to eat, change clothes, and arrive back at work. i then finish my shift from 1 to 9 in the evening. count the minutes. it's 14 and 1/2 hours. oh, and let's not kid ourselves like it ends there. i do have homework.
regardless, i'm not trying to complain about the hours, though i just did. the problem really is that i haven't adjusted to this schedule as of yet, so please forgive me for my absence and lack of posting. i just don't have the hours.
molly's p.s. - yesterday, at work, i found something. it made me laugh instantly and then subsequently want to cry. it was one of my "question of the day" tape-ups from last year that had somehow managed to remain taped to the desk at isr for a full year. i was arranging the info window, err, rather the orientation assistance desk, and there it was, hanging so very peacefully. it read:
if you could take an all-expenses paid, monthlong trip, but you had to be joined by your least favorite person, would you go? if so, where to and with whom?
beneath the question, written in a pen so obviously yours is the only reply to the question:
to a buddhist monastary so we can't talk - i would bring brett
-in a world full of boys in dark-rimmed glasses, i'm the one you'll remember
-i like beer
-sports don't scare me
-i can't win a boardgame to save my life
-i make lots of wonderful facial expressions
-i tend to flail
-dads like me; moms love me
-i'm great with names and faces
-four little words: "best wedding date ever"
the bad stuff:
-i have problems acting my age... you'd think i'm 29 not 24
-you better like the word "seriously"
-my friends are some tough competition
-i'm a mama's boy
-my impressions are horrible at best
-i tend to flail
-balancing my checkbook is a lost art, but i totally get physics
