Lent, Day 9.

6:30: Snooze.

6:35: Snooze.

6:40: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH OUR HEATING!? I fling myself out of bed and run into the bathroom. I contemplate showering but realize that would require me to take my clothes off and expose my naked skin to the icey air. Fuck that. I stop again and realize this would be day 2 without a shower, but seriously, fuck it. I'm going to work out in between classes and shower before going out tonight anyway.

8:00: No Ethan. Again? I haven't seen him in a week, this is depressing.

8:02: Ethan scurries in - thank God.

8:35: This class is so fucking boring. I did find the Mediterranean food pyramid interesting though. I apparently eat like them already, I just need to add a little more fruit and vegetables to my diet. Go me.

9:05: Some girl named Rayna is giving a presentation on some bean, what the fuck ever. I ignore the words she is saying and focus on her accent. I am still trying to decide whether or not she's Australian.

9:15: I go to the gym and get on the elliptical. I realize I can play Words with Friends while I exercise.

9:35: I've gone 2 miles without realizing it because of this fucking game, I love it! It helps my mind and my body! Seriously, fucking download it and "Create a Game" with me. My username is sbliss.

9:50: I go to the bank and withdraw twenty dollars in ones. The guy looks at me funny. Do I look like I'm going to a strip club to you? I'm 4'11" and a girl. I have my own tits to play with. Back off.

10:00: I go to Wysocki's office to drop off the long-lost quiz he forgot in the classroom. I have changed most of my wrong answers. He says "I trust you," takes the quiz from me, looks at it, and says "Thank you for being so responsible. I appreciate it. Sorry again." HA.

11:00: I go to Photography and play Words with Friends for an hour and a half until a printer frees up and I can make the ONE FUCKING PRINT I NEEDED and leave.

1:00: I go sit in the breezeway with Britni for Phi Alpha's rummage sale. Everything is like 25 cents, of course no one wants it. Make everything 10 dollars and people will be climbing over each other for it, because that means it's fucking worth something. Common sense, people. Also, why is this shit in the BREEZEway on the coldest day ever? This sucks. Even my coffee is shivering.

2:00: I go home and sit on the porch and read. I also paint my nails. They look like bubble gum and I am pleased.

3:00: I talk to Irene, our landlord, about the heat still being broken. She says her husband will be there shortly.

3:30: He arrives and fixes the heat. God bless this man. Irene calls while he's there and tells me she talked to the owner of the house and she got him to lower the rent to $1150. I am STOKED. I tell my roommates this and they are still wary of staying here. Dang it.

4:45: Paige and I go tanning. Why do I keep doing this? Why do I HAVE to do this? I live in Florida for Christ's sake.

5:30: Ally and I go to Pizzalley's because I have been craving their wings and fries.

6:00: We have an in-depth conversation about growing up and relationships and such with the black guy that hands out samples. I really need to remember his name, or learn it. I used to go there all the time so when I walk in he FREAKS out and goes "WHERE has this smile been? These eyes? I've missed you beautiful. Has your boyfriend made you stay home? You don't HAVE one? Well, I bet there's men lined up for miles with roses and champagne, because you are WORTH fighting for honey. You're like that sunshine that brights up a room." Of course I'm smiling, mostly because I find this hilarious, so he keeps going on and on about how fucking great my smile is. I HAD BRACES, it's popular nowadays.

6:05: I have two wings and five fries and I'm full. What the FUCK, I was fully prepared to stuff my face. Lame. I put it in a to-go box.

7:15: I sit down with my roommates and talk to them about next year. We discuss pros, cons, and weigh our options. We decide to stay here. THANK GOD. We don't have to move a bunch of furniture. I really wasn't sure how that was going to work out. I'm very excited. This house may be old and shit might break but it's OUR house and OUR home now.

8:30: I am talking to Jenny about Hattie's. She offers to pick Ally and I up at 10:00, which is relieving, because Ally and I both really want to drink and Paige is staying home, so there was no one to drive us without being sober and pissed off. Success.

8:45: I am in a great mood, so I do Harry's accounting homework. He's away at a tennis match and the homework is due at midnight, so I do him a favor and copy my answers onto his account. No worries.

9:00: I put on my go-to outfit and sit in front of the computer for a while, reading Urban Dictionary's word-of-the-day, and googling my name. I'm the 7th link on Google! That's pretty impressive to be on the first page at all. I'm in an even better mood.

9:02: I get nervous that the guy at Hattie's will not accept my paper ID.

9:04: I realize I don't give a flying fuck and I will MAKE him accept my paper ID.

10:30: It took a little longer than they thought to cram everyone in the car and come over here, but I finally get a text from Jenny saying "outside." Ally is scared to use her paper ID and also realizes that A. it's freezing and B. she doesn't have any cash. I'm sad that she's not coming but I can't make Jenny wait, so I get in the car.

10:45: We arrive and I pretend to be on the phone while I show the guy my wallet. He's the strict bouncer. I'm sort of nervous and am looking at Jenny, like "Hope this works." He gives me my wallet back and asks if I want to "Sink or Swim" (meaning, do I want to pay a $2 cover and pay for my own drinks or pay $6 for a cup and get free drinks until midnight... what do you think I said?)

10:50: Vodka sprite. My beloved vodka sprite.

11:30: The night is going pretty normally, Jenny and I take the best seat (front patio by the door) to make fun of bitches in tube tops and encourage each other to keep drinking to make us warmer. Harry and company are sitting with us.

11:45: I get my second drink but set it down next to me, I need to take it slow, considering I'm the World's Lightweight Champion. I have a belt and everything.

11:50: I turn to talk to Harry and my purse collides with my drink and spills it all over the ground. Damn it.

11:52: Harry says I'm fucked, considering it's about five minutes until the free drinks end and I'm not brave/tall enough to approach the bar and get a refill.

11:52:02: He is mistaken. It's a bad idea to challenge me to do something, because I'll do it. I power walk into the bar and weasel my way through everyone. I am literally wedged between two 25 year olds sitting at the bar watching TV. My boobs are against one guy's shoulder and my butt is against the other guy's hips. I apologize, they say they "really don't mind."

11:55: I am back outside and triumphantly show Harry my full drink. He is impressed.

12:02: Jenny buys her and I lemon drops, but I am not very good at taking shots. I take a sip, then take a bigger sip, then give the rest to Harry.