How did it get to be December? I mean, really. Wasn't August just yesterday? In my mind it was.
It's finally cold around here. Or rather, it's finally cold by a New Orleanian's standards - I guess 61 degrees in December is relatively warm by a northerner's standards. But in any case, I'm loving the weather. A whole hell of a lot. I love my winter clothes to death, and my hair doesnt get frizzy in cold weather, so I feel like one damn sexy redhead these days.
Speaking of which? I have now been a redhead for 3 months. Happy anniversary to me.
And now I will shut up about my hair. I promise.
Getting back to what I was trying to say earlier - where did all of my time go? I feel like college just started and all of a sudden I'm already taking finals. How did they sneak up on me like this? Hm?
On another note, I am all kinds of hungover today. Monday nights are 25-cent-shot nights at Reggie's. Quarter shots are the reason I scheduled my classes for next semester around having Tuesdays off. How sad is that, when my academic schedule revolves around my drinking schedule?
I met a new boy at the Caterie last week. I vaguely recall seeing him last night in my drunken stupor. I think it went well, but you never know with me, especially after 19 kamikaze shots.
The best part about Reggie's is when the LSU fight song is played - the bartenders jump on the bar and pour alcohol right into everyone's mouths.
This school is going to be the death of me. Its a good thing I was raised in a city that taught me to build up a tolerance for alcohol at the age of 13.
nicole: 19-year-old LSU sophomore. biochemistry, pre-med. native new orleanian. starbucks barista. borderline alcoholic. addicted to facebook, red bull and vodka, and college football. a little neurotic, extremely indecisive, and often irresponsible.
