The practice GRE yesterday morning basically kicked my ass. Received the results this afternoon, which only served to prove what I’ve known all along - I am a dummyhead. I have a LONG way to go. A very long, tedious, and potentially insanity-inducing way to go. Wish me luck. I’ll need it.

Last night was spent partaking in the ancient art of getting plastered, which Abby - the “designated driver” - has mastered all too well. I ended up driving her inebriated ass all around Lincoln until roughly 3:30am, when she decided that she was done looking for a party and ready to send a drunken email to a potential love interest in Texas, which she very much regretted shortly after pressing “SEND”. Quite an enjoyable evening, really.

At the moment, the roommates and I are all involved in boy dramas, which basically gives the house the ambience of a funeral home. Though we try to give each other advice, we only end up coming across as complete hypocrites for not following it ourselves. It’s incredibly unfortunate that boys make girls act so stupid. When do you get to the point where you’ve just had enough of the bullshit? Why can’t we be stronger than we (apparently) are? Honestly, is it worth it? *sigh*

My head feels like it’s been split open with a baseball bat. I need a nap. Or drugs. Or a bottle of wine. Perhaps even a combination of the three. That’d take care of it, methinks.