In Which I Contemplate on My Bad Life Choices of Late

College. Senior year. Round four. Been there, done that. I know what I’m doing by now, right?

But not really.

Honestly, I feel like I’m making all the poor life decisions I was supposed to make freshman year now.  I really don’t know how I feel about that.

I was the most goody two shoes freshman you could imagine. There’s not wrong with that, mind you, but I was. I didn’t drink (okay, I did once, but it was only one drink). I never set foot in an off campus house party. I went to bed at 11 and did my homework in a timely manner. My floormates all pretty much shared the same sentiments as me about drinking and partying. Us 3C girls were much more likely to be up half the night watching movies and TLC (there was a lot of TLC, Friday is Bride Day, you know) in our floor lounge on Friday nights than anything else.

Fast forward four years. Senior year Britta decides she’s not quite done with the night when Yule Ball gets over at 1:00 on the Saturday before finals. Her and a friend decide it would be fun to drink together instead of going to bed. Britta and her friend proceed to getting extremely wasted. It was great fun until about 5 in the morning when we both started to feel like shit. Then we tried to go to bed. That didn’t work out too well.

Now it is the Sunday before finals. I have two finals tomorrow, one at 8:30 a.m. I also have a two page response paper due (which wont be that difficult, it’s just sitting down and writing it that will be hard). After a restless night of sleep, I got up at 11:30ish and ended up spending the afternoon nearly falling asleep at my Understanding Writing professor’s house while stuffing my face with a plethora of good food (because not only does she teach a fantastic course, but she just happens to be a fantastic individual). She had invited my class over for an end of the year get together filled with hot cider and baked goods, a celebration of sorts for surviving her class (this is why I love my school, people).

Back in my room, I took a nap. So now, you see where I am. Nothing has been accomplished today. Tonight is going to be so much fun.

Moral of the story: getting wasted two nights before finals week begins is probably not a wise decision. Unless you don’t have any finals until like, Thursday. But I have two on Monday (a.k.a. tomorrow). So I’m just kind of stupid, folks.