concentrate!

So I just left Nathan's apartment

(we'll call him Bubbas from now on so nobody gets confused)

and well I get home, can't sleep. This is the damn near zillionth time this has

happened and it's getting very VERY frustrating.

I guess maybe because I have morning classes,

and that just screws me up.

Obama...yay (& I am a republican)!

McCain...I loved you at first, but you threw me for a loop :\

(next election, maybe? ♥)

Things have been alright, here's a little recap of the last time I updated:

• Grey had a Halloween party on Halloween, it was tons of fun, of course, I got drunk, and was clearly the entertainment for most of the night.
• Woke up, went to the barn and cooked all day/afternoon for a birthday party, it was supposed to be 300+ people, but it was only 150 students and roughly 70 parents, not too shabby.
• I need iron and protein in my system, it's fucking me up more than ever right now, my diet's screwed up, but hey that's what I get for having surgery, right?
• That same night (Saturday, day after Halloween) I went with Bubbas to see all dem peoples in Tuskalooska, and well, that was fun, at first, but then well, we ALL know how that went down.
• I am now declaring myself as a binge drinker, when I do drink, and I do not trust myself or Hell even Bubbas. The night was fun, but it ended with me being very very upset as it always does when I drink that much.
• Hung out with Liz, loved it.
• Hung out with Ben, loved it.
• Zack and Bubbas had to carry me to the car.

And this is where this post really starts:

Well I have been having a hard time realizing that things with Nathan and I are perfect (I'm not bragging, merely explaining myself and or actions that need to be explained.) And well, Saturday night was a real eye opener for me, not only did Nathan go with me to the party (he hates parties, we all know this) but he tolerated me drinking, annoying biker boys with their butts hanging out, and my emotional (drunken) outrage/breakdown...this ALWAYS happens when I drink hard liquor. Well I couldn't even walk, and I know that scared him, I know he won't admit it but you know that's just him. But I guess knowing he gets worried makes me feel even more secure with our relationship, anyways...He and Zack had to carry me to the car, I passed out, and I honestly do not remember anything from that night post going to Liz's apartment, I do remember embarrassing Sammi, whoops, and goofing off with Morgan (as always). Well anyways, I blacked out (by this I mean I do not remember anything from there to here) after that, and then I came to on the balcony, to being very upset, blah. Anyways, it all came down to me getting home, being insanely drunk STILL on Sunday, and realizing that Nathan will always take care of me, and be there for me. I'm honestly blessed, I really am.

I don't really have anything else to say except for maybe this is the funniest picture I've seen in a long ass time: