Surprises

It has been little more than a week since my last post, but it feels like a semester has passed. I have been so inundated with school work that I had no time for anything else, let alone blogging. It really feels like last week was ages ago. But alas, that has passed and better times [hopefully] lie ahead.

Oh, surprise parties. One of the few true signs of being loved, I believe. After all, a group of people would not go through the trouble of organizing a party and keep it completely secret unless they really care about you.

This weekend, St. Patrick's Day, also happened to be my friend Katie's 21st birthday! She's an awesome person, and so her awesome friends decided to throw her an awesome surprise birthday bash. It was supposed to be off campus so that we could all take part in underage drinking and not have to worry about it. Unfortunately, for us, Mother Nature decided to throw a surprise of her own--in the form of a foot and a half of snow.

The snow made the roads treacherous, and we decided to call off the party for the sake of anyone having to brave the icy paths of Broome County. The party was nearly just another memory, when Erica and Steve decided to hold it in their room instead. It was a great idea; everyone managed to make it and Katie was completely surprised!

I felt bad the entire time before hand. She was completely depressed that no one wanted to hang out with her on her birthday. Everybody conveniently had something else to do (i.e. studying, downtown, etc.). It was totally worth it, though. She had no idea what was coming and the big surprise was really one of those moments that reminds you how fun life can be.

Needless to say, I got drunk. I hadn't drank since last semester in Florida, so my tolerance was feeble in comparison. I knocked them back like a champ though! I don't remember much of the night, unfortunately. I definitely remember kicking Steve's ass in a screwdriver chugging competition. And I remember eating cake with my hands, and playing Captain Planet, and skanking with Erica. The rest is all a blur. According to the multitude of Facebook pictures with myself tagged, it was a lot of dancing and laughing. Good times had by all.

Now I'm just trying to be a good student and keep up with my homework. So far so good, except that next week I will finally be starting my first couple of shifts at Aeropostale. It's awesome and I'm really excited, but I'm going to have significantly less time. It may even dip down into the negatives. That's right, I'll be so busy that I will transcend time as we know it. Sucks, doesn't it?

Chemistry homework calls, and I must finish it now if I want to have time to continue my Japanese studies later.

Sayoonara