Almost

So I hid a pimple pop on my neck with a band aid. That happened. I also happened to tell everyone that it came from a pellet gun wound.

The Psych test is over, but not after running a quarter mile between two buildings. Building A was Xavier which gave out the exam permits. Building B was CTC where the exam was. Go figure. All because I left my permit at home.

I played CS with the boys. It's kinda fun to see everyone so fucking relieved after the hell-of-a-sem we've been through. The happy times my friends. Enjoy it now, because who knows where our interests will take us. For now it's Counter Strike and only Counter strike. 

Then I went to the I.S. dept to check if I'm good to shift next year. So far, they've listed 19 students, and I am number 20 on the list. Jay's ex is number 12 on the list. This'll be awkward.

Afterwards I shared a bottle of red wine with ex-lit-blockies. I like the feeling that surrounds wine-drinking. It's classy, except for the fact that we drank right beside a fishball stand in UP. There goes that classy moment. It became even less classy when we had no wine bottle openeer and Sim's friend Earl had to pull a screw from his car to remove the cork. Screw it in and use the seat buckle to jam it out. Simone also mentioned that "I.S. is the Jesuit Charity for the the Ateneo dumb-asses". So, I guess I won't shift.

Went to Max's with Oli and Kes only to find out that they had no chicken. This was after 10 minutes of waiting. Fuck it. 

And as an S.R. alumnus, I have to announce: TWO MORE DAYS!!! Southern Roots and Smart Buddy in cooperation with West, Cossack Vodka, Sea Air, and Jack TV presents: ||~~ PARTY AT MY HOUSE! ~~|| music. beer. bongs. free flowing mixed drinks. GRINDING. [LADIES GET IN FOR FREE TIL' 10!] so come on over and experience total freedom! this is how we party.