Milk was a bad choice.

I'm still drunk, I think... and I'm at work... not working.

Oh man...

Longing for home, bonfires, s'mores, and a slip n' slide? We have an app for that.

The most exciting part of today is that we have finally reached the single digits in the countdown for home! That's right, folks. 9 days left. Don't get me wrong, my internship is great. I love the people that I work with. But let's face it... living in a hotel room for four to five months is not all it's cracked up to be. I've met some great people - some that I absolutely adore, some that I would have never pictured myself spending time with before... and some that I'll probably never spend time with again. But it is time for me to roam... and by roam, I mean go home.

I have an extremely busy first half of May to come home to! No lie... take a look at this schedule:
May 1: Last day of internship, and moving day.
May 2: Art Prom (If I can attend!) and I'm sure a lot of seeing friends that I haven't seen
May 4: AES Meeting and Graduate Dinner
May 6: GRE Exam
May 7: Honors Graduates' Reception on Locust
May 9: Commencement
May 13: My BIRTHDAY!

Really... the first two weeks is PACKED! And then my brother is getting married in Mexico the first week of June. How exciting, minus the fact that I look like I haven't seen the light of day in years. If ever anyone has looked like a vamp, it's this girl... I need to get on that.

I'm going to need to throw a graduation party in there somewhere, and I'll probably make it a "Welcome home"/Birthday party as well... yeah... I have to throw my own "welcome home" party... because I am actually that lame. Any suggestions on the date? Looks like we've got Sunday the 3rd, Friday the 8th, and after the 9th open. I think I'd prefer somewhere around the 13th, since I probably shouldn't be hung-over for the GRE Exam.

The pool should be opened by the time that I return. Hopefully, the world will decide that it's not January anymore, and we'll be able to use it! AND I'd like to get my "home" tattoos on my feet as soon as possibly. So if anyone knowns anyone... I'd rather not be a creeper and show up at my guy's house (I lost his phone number).

Ok... really, I'm just rambling because I'm tired.

Alli: 2, World: 0

Lastnight was a Monday night Big Lebowski party at a downtown bar, the Elbow Room. Quite a bit of fun, I must say. And even though I was informed last minute, I think I dominated the female Dude character with my Goodwill pants and my very own bathrobe. I also dominated the white russians.

AND I was handed a free Kahlua shirt last night. It was pretty cute, I must say. I'm a fan of red, and on the back was "achiever". I was proud. However, after a really cute story about her daughter and an offering of $10, I sold said Kahlua shirt. I think that the Kahlua company would approve of the capitalist venture, as I then bought three more white russians (gave two to the couple that bought the shirt from me) with the money, and left a nice tip for the bartender. That was one point earned by me! And I suppose karma had it in for me that night, because ten minutes later, the same people that gave me a shirt, gave me a Kahlua mug! I win again! I did not, however, sell this item. I poured three white russians into said mug, and went to town!

To go white russians? We have an app for that.

I win this battle against the world.

I gave in to evil

and now I'm "twittering". I blame Ash. I think that this is a product of pure boredom. We'll see. Haha.

twitter.com/abezee

Um...

I am terrified...

... that is all.