Gurkle, gurkle, gurkle.

I would probably look healthier if I slept and ate like a normal person. I'm starting to look like a crackhead and I guess I'm ok with that if clearly I'm doing nothing about it. I don't remember the last time I was home for more than 12 hours, I don't remember the last time I went more than a day without at least a glass of wine or a martini (it's getting to the point where a dirty martini is my drink of choice, that's BAD!), I don't remember the last time I went a day with less than 6 cups of coffee, I don't remember the last time I drank water outside of FYH, I don't remember the last time I ate non-vegetarian food because apparently I live at FYH. I guess I ate meat a few weeks back when I made braised lamb when Mike was over? I don't know. Jason says I'm becoming one of the regular crazies that sit at the bar all day. Apparently the "regular crazy" doesn't apply to him even though his family owns the damn place? I have no idea. I can't keep track of my friends or my own life. All I know is that FYH is a portal to another world of some sorts and it's a nice escape from reality when my life is homework.

I guess that's my update. I need to finish some project crap that I've been slacking on. I have several hundred pages to read and I'm pretty sure that I might sleep with my linquistics professor if that means I will get an A and never have to show up to class ever again. What's sad is that I really like him, I just hate the shit that I'm learning and the fucking mountain of crap work. I get that as an anthro major I need to learn this but I believe getting my teeth pulled would be a Hell of a lot more exciting. Shit, I might even sleep with my socialist bitch bull dyke history professor if that means I don't need to show up to her class, too. All she can talk about is how badly she wants to dyke out with Rachel Maddow and I'm pretty sure her vagina is made up of rotten, maget-infested carcasses. Actually, now that I think about it, I might just offer sex to all of my professors and see if that gets me anywhere. I'm willing to run the risk of expulsion if there's a chance that I can just get naked once and get it over with. I probably should have done that with my archeology professor a while back. Not because I hated the class, but because he was just ridiculously good looking and his pompousness and arrogance was a complete turn on. I felt like that horny little slutty student in Indiana Jones that had "I LOVE YOU" written on her eyelids. See, I'd take it up a notch and write "FUCK ME HARD" on my eyelids. Why beat around the bush? That bitch didn't love Indie, she just wanted a load of cum in her mouth and that's ok. All girls need to eat some cum every once in a while.