My weekend

It was quite uneventful.
I'm too depressed to go out and have fun. I could have subjected myself to one of two tortures: go to a frat party, and that just seems dumb because no one there has any substance or sat at home and watch my guy roommates and their friends complain that there is nothing to do. I chose the later and treated my brain to that thing we do at Christiania. and then I fell asleep before I could even talk to Eric. That's the truth, I think he called at 12 and I was probably already passed out. Sad.
Then I proceeded to study all day with tea in hand. Only there were just two varieties. My old roommate bought a decaffenated tea, so really there was one. Where was Alyssa's variety pack? I spent the rest of my money on groceries, nothing new. Enjoyed a lean pocket. Procrastinated my studying by filling out one of those chain notes on facebook where you're supposed to write 25 interesting facts about yourself, except I pressed the back button and they erased when I was halfway through. I was fuming, so I had a treat.
All in all, a loser's weekend. I did discover why I'm afraid of the dark. I had a traumatic experience playing man hunt.