The Great Escape

Remember that part about drinking my face off tonight? Yeah..lets just say nothing went as planned. I'm still trying to figure out how to explain the surealness of last night. Lets just put it this way, it left me: 20 bucks down the drain, sober, pissed, befuddled, and did I mention pissed?

With that said, I need to visit home. It's the only thing I can think of. I need to go home, and re-group. Home does that do you. It reminds you of you were, are, and what you want to be. Between being an ra, president of my fraternity, in the acapella group, AND still managing a 3.8, I'm going crazy. Too much going on at once, overloading my system. If I go home tomorrow, I could still go to philly and see Em for a hot minute..which would be cool.

My first step-turning my cell phone off. Caller ID seems like a good invention, but really it's saying to you, "You know you want to pick this call up", which I probably do. If the phone is off, I won't know WHO calls.

My second step-signing off of AIM. This will kill a college student when they can't find out where their friends are. And once they can't find out, they'll call me..but..my phone just happens to be shut off. It immediately goes to voicemail..this, also, will kill a college student because they know there is a reason you shut your phone off. Most will say "shady"..but who gives a fuck?

Its good to step out every now and then. But seeing how it's 4:15am, I'll probably sleep until 1, and not want to drive home anyway. Hopefully this will all pass with some sleep.
Take it easy.