went to santa barbara the other night for tooby's birthday. regained consciousness as i was walking out of a sorority house, scrapes all over my legs, without my phone. wandered the streets of sb for an hour before i made it back. got home and slept all day.

moral: take it easy on the vicodin, roger.

met the girl of my dreams in a dream last night, she said she liked cats.

i need a hobby.

apparently i have a blog now. this will be used exclusively to waste time.

things i need to do:
-overdue french research paper
-biolology final
-pack up everything in my room and ship it to california
-drink

things i want to do:
-drink

okay?