I had that Biology test on Thursday and it really sucked. I’m hoping I passed. I studied for about three hours altogether. I think I would have done OK but the Professor asks the most fucked up questions. Anyway, the rest of the week was pretty boring. I can’t think of anything exciting that happened. Friday night I drank a fifth (why is it called a fifth?) of Vodka, threw up, and passed out. Tracey and Kara woke me up at 1:30 because I was supposed to call Char so I called her an hour late. I told her about Angie. I said I met her at the party last Saturday and she likes me. I didn’t tell her we made out in my loft. Angie has been hanging around a lot. Just the thought of her makes me sick to my stomach. The irony is that if I wasn’t going with Char, I would probably be bugging Monica more. I’m an ass. Anyway, I talked to Char Friday.
Saturday night Rick, Lance, Dan and I went to Tracey’s house. Kara, Bridgette and Wendy were there. (Wendy doesn’t like Rush, so she’s gone for good. Besides, she goes to Sinclair!) We watched Saturday Night Live and Sixteen Candles, then cam back here and ate Taco Hell. Today I watched the Daytona 500 and wrote my paper for English. I studied a little Math, but it always pisses me off so I’ll probably bomb that test tomorrow. I’m supposed to go home this weekend, and I can’t wait to see Char. I really miss her! Oh, Chris and Bob beat five holes in out bathroom door. Well I’ve got to get some sleep. (I gained 10 lbs since christmas! (Wow!)). Later.