Four straight days of drinking [and driving, in Ces' case] after and we've got gazillions of picture to prove that we KNOW HOW TO COMPENSATE for our heart-wrenching MIDTERMS. It started off at Good Earth right after our last exam, Legal Ethics. It was a spontaneous and full of laglagan drinking spree. Stayed 'til 2am and was supposed to stay if the "good girl" in me didn't kick the "bad girl" in me in the ass. Just when Lew ordered a new bucket of beer, I had to leave the temptation and kissed everyone goodbye.
Next day was another spur of the moment thing at Good Earth. After studying for class we decided to succumbed to the call of Alcoholism and talked about deep churva conversations with Patring. I ALMOST LOST IT. Oh well.
Friday was Papuz's day and we partied 'til morning at Capone's. This was where we got to grill Patty for his now not-so-secret affair with that guy whom I now call Ryan Agoncillo. Dennis and I make a good tag team. *winks ... Plus, Wendy now has BESO RIGHTS with Peter Pan [grins]
Saturday, I hosted the Conflicts of Law Send Off and then went straight to Gweilo's to attend Utopia's Post Midterms Party. It was a new crowd and a breath of fresh air. Plus, it didn't hurt that the booze was overflowing and that Raffy volunteered to buy flowers for us. Woohoo.
Now, I am blogging despite my SUCKY MIDTERMS in Corp and my SUCKY Recit in CORP and my cutting class for Civ Pro and the fact that there remains only EIGHT FREAGGIN' DAYS before YOU-KNOW-WHAT. Ehem. Ask me again please.
Looking forward to the promised ream of DunHill Flow from Carlo "the doctor" just because I look like his bestfriend and he loves that girl and he bummed a stick of YOSI from me.
Where's the drama one might ask. Long Story. It's in Neverland.
Side Kwento: I have a new addition to the characters in my Neverland Story. He shall now be called Lost Boy just because according to him, he still hasn't prepared his "game plan". Gawd.
That's three prospects and zero valentine's invitation. Which brings me to our BACK-UP Plan of hosting a Starbucks Soiree at Janina's place. Good enough. I don't need churva if they don't need me. I am a bitch and I can be happy without 'em. [Applause]
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