yesterday i had the GENiUS idea to drink, and drink, and drink, with the intent of waking up for my intoxicated driver's class still drunk. instead, i woke up hurting pretty badly and had to sit through the 6 hour program with a PoUnDiNg headache. ugh. it was awful. i ate my entire lunch on the ride to class, which was just pastrami on a bagel [g0d, i am sooo happy to be back in new jersey, man! for real.] , because i thought i may die if i didn't. upon completion of the food that was supposed to last me for the next 6 hours, i immediately began to ponder if it would be possible to order a pizZa and have it delivered during our lunch break. would i have to share it? would people not take me seriously? take me seriously? what am i even talking about? more importantly- would i have to share?
the clasS itself wasn't that bad, between bouts of feeling as though i may keel over and die, i was pretty amused. unfortunately, tomorrow we have "guest speakers" coming in to talk to us. i'm assuming that will be pretty depressing. i'm expecting these will be individuals whose lives have been severely affected by drunk drivers, and vice versa. DOWNER.
while we are discussing my day, i should note that we were given the option of being let out of class 30 minutes earlier... everyone raised their hand in favor, and i just sat there. unresponsive. so Dean, the instructor, asks me why i didn't raise my hand and i simply shrugged and told him that i can't drive and MY MOM isn't coming to pick me up until 4:30 anyways. after i said this, some woman shouted out, "i'll give you a ride home." and i really just wanted to turn to her, just to be a complete jerk, and say, "yeah, because i really want to get in the car with you, ya drunk." hahaha- it would have been in goOd humor. we're all there for the same reason ;o)
anyways, i ended up getting a ride from this guy's mom, and i swear he was trying to kick game to me the entire way home. i'm hoping he doesn't expect me to sit near him, or next to him, or anything stoOpid like that tomorrow, because that ain't happenin. i don't want to sit near anyone who is going to try to talk to me. sigh. i'll just do whatever larry would do if in that situation.
sorry if this blog sucked and was not as eloquent as expected, i don't really care. my cerebral fluid is at an extremely viscous state right now, and if i hadn't taken tylenol a couple of hours ago, i suspect my brain would still be trying to escape my thick skull.
its time for pajamas and the couch. its great to be home :o)
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