For the most part, I do not look forward to Holidays. Yes, Christmas is fun and gifts, but it’s expensive when you are the one giving those gifts, and I’m too old to receive gifts so any holiday that requires the action of “giving”. I do not look forward to at all.

I’m still trying to decide if my weekend was fun like a carnival, or fun like getting plastic surgery. I say that because I’d love to have bigger boobs, but I would not go through the pain of surgery to look good in the end. A weekend out drinking feels the same way. I have fun doing it, but the next morning is not so fun.

My every other weekends have been playing out real nicely lately. I have managed to conjure up enough money to pay most of the bills and leave enough for myself to go out and have fun. Two weekends ago, it was a girl’s night out on campus, this past weekend, it was Red Rock Pub.

This was one of those weekends where I could not honestly type here and say that I didn’t do the same thing that I do every weekend. This weekend the excitement is clubbing. What an exciting, momentous entry this will be. Not to mention, what a transition from weird excitement, to inebriated excitement.