What to say, what to say.

What to say indeed!

I've spent the past two weeks noting things that happen and things said that would make good blogging material, but when you don't write it down, it fades away into something not quite so amusing later. Like when you're about to fall asleep and you come up with the fantastic-est joke or the answer to world peace, but in the morning you realize that donut holes popped back into the donut aren't funny or an answer to anything.

So, I'll just list any and all accomplishments of the week:

* Managed to down 15 drinks over 6 hours last Friday night without getting sick.....almost.
* Gained 3 pounds. Yay for hops and barley!
* Lost 3 pounds. Yay for puking my guts out!
* Hooked up a friend with my "aw, he's cute, why don't YOU go for him" roommate. Go Day!
* Finally tired out Codigirl the Wonder Doggie by giving up on jogging her and instead, rollerbladed her puppy buns off.
* Became the class role model in Bellydancing for having fangasmic hip action.
* Went salsa dancing with a random guy from Event Marketing 1910.
* Got closer to solidifying the design for my tattoo. Yep, you heard me. If y'all are nice, I'll even show you pictures of before, during (in all my whining and crying glory), and after (red and bleeding even, you lucky kids!).

Time for bed. I've had a rough week with all the drinking and almost-ing and whatnot.

Night.