So I posted last night only to have it disappear. If I weren't so drunk, I would have reproduced it. But drunk I was. I danced on a shuffleboard, pissed off an ex-girlfriend, and all with only two and a half drinks (made obsessively strong). Damn cheap vodka and the feeling the day after. Yuck.
I had to sign up for the GRE. I don't even know what that stands for. I hope that isn't a question. I am not looking forward to that. I think they make the graduation process so difficult that you will be dreading the rest of your life. This is the feeling that I have. But everything became better after getting calmed down. I will take it and fill out all the other shit that they make you do to graduate. It will happen.
T-minus three days to the hysterectomy. My mom seems too calm for me to freak out. She is sooo extremely nice and caring. I don't think that will last through next week.
PRISM dance tomorrow. I don't like the pressure that this is putting on me right now. I have several guys on a string right now. I think I need to narrow it down to one before the beginning of the night. The Bitch is out of the question. When all of your friends are doing that "you deserve better" and even when relative strangers are begging you to stop trying, that is a good sign that I should stop trying. I've been on the other side of that situation and just wish that my friends would listen to my advice. So I think that now I should listen. The PRISM dance could stir up a lot of old issues that I have been pushing away. I might get into a fight with Nate at the dance because he has been looking forward to causing chaos with my life. He is looking for this fight. I also might run into the guy who has a tendency to sexually harass me. I don't think I can handle that again this year. I will however have all of my girls on my side. Karla, Jen, Stacy, Becky, Theresa, and the lot will help me out I'm sure. I will have my posse of beautiful women to fend off the gay boys.
I will post tonight about cruelty. I want to enter the Blogging for Books contest. It took quite a while for me to come up with anything that I've done that is cruel. I really try to be nice and no one notices when I am mean. So I have to write about cruelty in action and not in the results. We'll see. I hope that this is cruel enough to deserve entry.