Hello everyone.
I had a long weekend thanks to the mexican Constitution or something. I'm not really sure of the reason of this long weekend, but I'm very thankful for it. The first thing I thought when I found out about it (and apparently I was the last one to know), was: "Yay, more time to study anatomy!" Yeah, right. I studied nothing, and the long weekend felt like a regular weekend, maybe even shorter.
Anyway...on Friday I got drunk with vodka and grape juice, and did really really stupid things...but I think my behavior was good overall. However, I wanted to die the next morning, yeah, hangover is a bitch.
Saturday night was way better, some old friends from high school called, and we hang out at Val's place, it was good, like it was before. We went to Sun City (a casino), and I lost 50 pesos, but it was fun. Then we bought beer, but I didn't drink because... after that morning's hangover I didn't want to drink again, and I'm not a huge beer fan.
Sunday was okay, I just went shopping with my mom, looking for the perfect jeans, and just when I thought I wouldn't find any, I tried ones that fitted perfectly. Now that I think about it...Why suddenly am I buying size 2 jeans? I've always been size 1. Hmm, I know that's not important, but it can be a little hard to accept. I think I'll start jogging or something, just in case. Anyway, my jeans are perfect, I think I'll love them, they will be one of "the special occasion jeans", and they're not only nice, but also soft and comfortable.
Oh, and today was okay. My mom bought a sandwich maker. And she bought the bread that I love. Yay! Ok, maybe I love sandwiches too much. We also went to see cars, we're thinking of buying a new one. So...good. And I studied a little, not enough, but it's better than nothing. God...sometimes I feel so mediocre.
Now, if you excuse me, I'm off to making sandwiches with my new sandwich maker.
XoXo
Gaby
P.S. I think I like someone. Finally! I know this someone likes me, but I don't know if he likes me the way I do. I don't even know if he's single, but he loves South Park (just like me), and he's nice. He's from school, so I'll see him tomorrow. =) At least something to look forward to.
I had a long weekend thanks to the mexican Constitution or something. I'm not really sure of the reason of this long weekend, but I'm very thankful for it. The first thing I thought when I found out about it (and apparently I was the last one to know), was: "Yay, more time to study anatomy!" Yeah, right. I studied nothing, and the long weekend felt like a regular weekend, maybe even shorter.
Anyway...on Friday I got drunk with vodka and grape juice, and did really really stupid things...but I think my behavior was good overall. However, I wanted to die the next morning, yeah, hangover is a bitch.
Saturday night was way better, some old friends from high school called, and we hang out at Val's place, it was good, like it was before. We went to Sun City (a casino), and I lost 50 pesos, but it was fun. Then we bought beer, but I didn't drink because... after that morning's hangover I didn't want to drink again, and I'm not a huge beer fan.
Sunday was okay, I just went shopping with my mom, looking for the perfect jeans, and just when I thought I wouldn't find any, I tried ones that fitted perfectly. Now that I think about it...Why suddenly am I buying size 2 jeans? I've always been size 1. Hmm, I know that's not important, but it can be a little hard to accept. I think I'll start jogging or something, just in case. Anyway, my jeans are perfect, I think I'll love them, they will be one of "the special occasion jeans", and they're not only nice, but also soft and comfortable.
Oh, and today was okay. My mom bought a sandwich maker. And she bought the bread that I love. Yay! Ok, maybe I love sandwiches too much. We also went to see cars, we're thinking of buying a new one. So...good. And I studied a little, not enough, but it's better than nothing. God...sometimes I feel so mediocre.
Now, if you excuse me, I'm off to making sandwiches with my new sandwich maker.
XoXo
Gaby
P.S. I think I like someone. Finally! I know this someone likes me, but I don't know if he likes me the way I do. I don't even know if he's single, but he loves South Park (just like me), and he's nice. He's from school, so I'll see him tomorrow. =) At least something to look forward to.
Labels: alcohol, friends, guys, hangover, jeans, party, sandwich
2 Comments:
Size 2 jeans! Means you are growing up dear. I'm sure you look cute as ever in them. Keep up on the school work.
Don't freak out, YET. Sometimes different company's sizes range.
I don't really get hang overs, and the best way to cure it is to drink a little more lmfao! OR, a toasted plain bagel with butter, cheddar and bacon helps too.
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