vaguely hungover but mostly exhausted

I'm shot - but this weekend was worth it. We had a tough loss on Saturday - but at least we made it to Nationals. Out of 50 something teams we're still 4th on the east coast in our division, and I'm happy with that. We had a great season - a lot of great times with the team from karaoke nights to drink ups - I can't believe I'm finally enjoying college haha. The game was really hard - MIT played so well... it felt impossible to keep up with their backs but we played our hearts out and I guess that's all we can do. On the bright side, the loss meant that we did not have to play a game today, so we were able to hotel party.

I don't know how we didn't get kicked out of the hotel last night. We were loud, we were drinking, we were in and out of rooms, we literally emptied the ice machine on every floor to fill the bathtubs of 3 rooms up with ice for the 5 thirty racks that we bought... and we completely got away with it.

It's hard to explain the weekend - or to try to remember specific moments that made it so great. I just know that while it was happening I felt like I was consciously aware of how this will be something that I will always remember.

i really need to start doing work now

But I can't stop reading over my favorite parts of Jonathan Safran Foer's novels...

"I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time... why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time, my greatest regret is how much I believed in the future." "He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad."

these streets will make you feel brand new

All I have to say about this past weekend is that I hope me and Dave never decide to start drinking on our 8:52am train into Manhattan - and finish drinking at a bar in midtown at 1am (I think it was 1, but who remembers... probably no one who was there) - which we somehow accomplished with no breaks, pauses, or naps in between. When I woke up on Saturday morning I literally thought I was going to die. What a great time, though. Even with the hangover, I can't say that I would take back that Friday for anything - good friends, music, and drinks all day long - with a perfect view of the city...

keg stands, rugby, drink ups, and mid-terms

So I'm slacking on updating this thing -

The weekend of the 23rd... two weeks ago? I went to Lehigh with Kaila and had SO MUCH FUN. We took a bus Friday at noon and got to Lehigh at about 2:30 I think? It was great to see Erica and her school was really nice - we started drinking at 3:30 I think... something like that - and I think we drank for almost 12 hours. Good decisions were made, bad decisions were made: Erica remembers none of it, hahaha. Just kidding (half kidding). We started the night with a 4 person game of "fuck you," where we all got tipsy - Er got a little drunk, haha. Then we went to a BYOB sushi place - great sushi, plus we knocked off 3 bottles of champagne between the four of us... and we weren't there that long. After that it was back to Er and Amy's to funnel before heading to a highlighter party. I woke up Saturday morning with my white highlighted t-shirt that said "lauren <3's PKE and (picture of dick)" and some kid's phone number - and some other nonsense. Ridiculous.

I got home on Saturday and spent the night in the city - got home wayyyyyyyy too late so I was late to rugby on Sunday - but I made it with plenty of time to play and we crushed Sacred Heart. They have this obnoxious chant about having "heart" and there was my coach on the sidelines screaming at us "Go Take Their Heart." hahhahaha love it.

This past weekend I celebrated halloween on Friday at Mchebe's for happy hour - the team went dressed as ruggers and we all had an awesome time together. I didn't go out for Halloween on Saturday with the division championship game on Sunday - but it was worth it because WE WON the division - and get to go to Nationals in New Jersey the weekend of the 20th. I Am So Excited. Fairfield treated us to a nice drink up the first time we played them this season - but the game was definitely hostile, haha. We both wanted it really bad - I'm just glad that we took it.

THIS WEEK IS KILLING ME. I had a mid-term today in Am Lit - my fucking subject - and I'm pretty sure I bombed it. I don't know what's up with me in that class I feel like I'm screwing it up. I'll get it back... but I have another mid-term tomorrow for prof. Levy and his tests are tough. Ugh. Not to mention the three papers due on Monday. WHY?

This time of the year makes me so ready for Thanksgiving break - it's only a few days but I NEED to see everyone from home (won't be the same without Eileen and Liz of course).

Can't wait for a break and for some good Massapequa fun...