Had an impromptu gathering last night. Started as one friend, then three. By 9:00, we numbered nine. Beer pong, general goofing off, and finished the night off with some American Idol on the Wii. I laughed so hard I had tears rolling down my face. Went to bed after (the new) 4:00. I woke up a few hours later feeling like I had the fucking flu or something. Miserable. I drugged myself and went back to sleep for a few more hours. Now, I feel groggy and like spending the whole day on the couch in pjs, but we have an unfortunate obligation this evening.
D is going to meet Matisyahu in a bit. He's in town for Phish and made arrangements with D's dad's temple to borrow a torah so he could have his own services. D doesn't care to meet him, but his dad seemed excited to offer it and he's taking his brother and his brother's friend. I have no interest in going. Maybe it'd be cool to shake his hand, get a picture or something, but because of his religious beliefs, he doesn't touch female fans. 8) I dreamed last night that I did go and he gave me VIP tix for Phish tonight. I told D to ask... haha.
My brother leaves for basic training tonight, hence the obligation, a going away party at my parents. He's getting on my nerves a lot lately so I kind of wish he'd just go already so I can have four months of peace. The latest... he's decided to get another tattoo. An "original" (his description) phoenix half-sleeve that he offered to show me on the internet. Bah. His first is across his upper back, a cross and angel wings with a bible verse. It's hideous anyway, which pains me because I love tattoos, but more importantly, the book of the bible is misspelled. This fact he only within the last day FINALLY admitted because I refused to back down when he again claimed, but could show no evidence, that it's the original Hebrew spelling. *sigh*
School is on Spring Break this week, but internet students don't get it. I have a big assignment due next weekend. In fact, I have a big assignment due most every weekend. Grad school is kicking my ass. I'm hanging in there, but I'll be soooo glad when it's over.
D is going to meet Matisyahu in a bit. He's in town for Phish and made arrangements with D's dad's temple to borrow a torah so he could have his own services. D doesn't care to meet him, but his dad seemed excited to offer it and he's taking his brother and his brother's friend. I have no interest in going. Maybe it'd be cool to shake his hand, get a picture or something, but because of his religious beliefs, he doesn't touch female fans. 8) I dreamed last night that I did go and he gave me VIP tix for Phish tonight. I told D to ask... haha.
My brother leaves for basic training tonight, hence the obligation, a going away party at my parents. He's getting on my nerves a lot lately so I kind of wish he'd just go already so I can have four months of peace. The latest... he's decided to get another tattoo. An "original" (his description) phoenix half-sleeve that he offered to show me on the internet. Bah. His first is across his upper back, a cross and angel wings with a bible verse. It's hideous anyway, which pains me because I love tattoos, but more importantly, the book of the bible is misspelled. This fact he only within the last day FINALLY admitted because I refused to back down when he again claimed, but could show no evidence, that it's the original Hebrew spelling. *sigh*
School is on Spring Break this week, but internet students don't get it. I have a big assignment due next weekend. In fact, I have a big assignment due most every weekend. Grad school is kicking my ass. I'm hanging in there, but I'll be soooo glad when it's over.