well, that lasted 30 seconds.

...and just like that I am back to clusterfuck city. School is out of control right now, work has been anxious for various reasons, social stuff clearly iffy, an interview to be a site leader for a trip like the one I went on for spring break tomorrow, and general intense stress. Also, as of Saturday night, I am officially a drunk whore. Actually... no, okay, fine, as of August 2007 I am officially a drunk whore, but I reclaimed my title Saturday night with a senior from Penn State, who at least looked cute in his picture when I soberly added him on facebook just for funsies. The animal handler is coming tomorrow evening, so maybe he will calm me down, right after a (horrible) 2 minute presentation I have to do in my sign language class, which I have decided to title "3 Months Late," much to my Deaf teacher's amusement, which is immediately after the interview. I'm a mess. I'm a really big mess. The biggest mess of all is Liz. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck can I please just go home right now? I just want to run home to California and sleep for like twelve hours and get up and go to a bar and drink beer with my surrogate big brother Adrian and go to camp. Please please please.