This week has had so many major events in it, I barely know where to start. First, I had on 3/31 my 21st birthday and the Chem Magic show, then on Thursday, I gave Quinn the ring that I'd mentioned before, Friday was our 6 month anniversary, then on Saturday, I met Quinn's parents, on Monday, I acted like a bitch to Veronica for no good reason, and on Tuesday night (tonight) I had a Phys Chem exam. Where to start? My birthday was a pretty good day, but nothing particularly special. It was mostly like any other Tuesday because most of the people that I was interacting with didn't know that it was my birthday. The Magic Show went off well--only a few major explosions. After that, Veronica, Quinn, Elliot, and Anthony took me out to Paul's where Veronica had arranged for most of the people that I've ever known here to come by and buy me a drink. It was fun for a while--then I felt truly abysmal. I drank (in order, I think) a Rocky Mountain Motherfucker (shooter), a Sex on the Beach (mixed drink), a B-52 (shooter), a Jolly Rancher (shooter), a Kamikaze (shooter), a little bit of Woodchuck, and a shot of Goldschlager. After the FIRST one, I felt it. Not bad, just I felt the burning in my stomach. Before this occasion, the most I'd ever drank at one time was a rum and Coke with 1.5 shots of rum (tasted awful), which I could feel the effects of. I was completely, totally, stumbling drunk. It was NOT fun. I will NEVER EVER ingest that much alcohol again at one sitting. I can tell that there is a point in there that just feels good. Unfortunately, I went by it so fast that it was like "I feel good, ooh, I feel better, ooooh, I feel worse." I want the whole world to know how thankful I was that Quinn was there to take care of me while I threw up, took a shower, got to bed, etc. I know it wasn't fun for him, but I love him so much for it. I have apologized multiple times, and he assures me that it's okay. What a guy!

It was mostly like any other Tuesday because most of the people that I was interacting with didn't know that it was my birthday. The Magic Show went off well--only a few major explosions.

The next thing that happened was Thursday night, when Veronica and I were going down to Newport News so that she could give blood. If you read this regularly, you may recall that I was buying a ring for Quinn--an eagle ring to replace the one he'd lost over Spring Break. It came into the store that I'd ordered it from on Tuesday, so I decided that since it was a replacement gift, I'd just give it to him as soon as I got it, even though it was a birthday present. So, I got it on our way down, but I also had his anniversary present, since we'd not be seeing each other on Friday, but I got the feeling that it was all too much. His anniversary present was three books (two used, one new) and a Star Wars Imperial Guard pin, so nothing REALLY intense, but still it was two presents at once. Then, on Saturday, Quinn and his parents came here to Wmsbg. to visit/meet me. Aigh, the pressure. Luckily, his parents and brother were cool. His mom and I have a very similar sense of humor, and his brother is so much like him that it's slightly scary. I guess that's the sort of thing that I've been told since birth about me and Anne, my older sister, but we never believe it. We saw "Lost in Space" (good FX, weak plot, fun) and ate at The Jewish Mother (good! good! good!), and then Quinn's parents left, leaving him in Williamsburg with me. That felt odd--parent's doing the booty call? But we had a very nice time together. One thing--the temptation to sleep with Quinn is starting to get impossible to resist. My only saving grace is that his will power is stronger than mine. One of these evenings or mornings, I'm going to just growl at him to fuck me, and we're really going to see how iron willed he really is. I know he doesn't do it on purpose--I'm just incredibly attracted to him AND in love with him. It also doesn't help that ALL of my friends think that as long as one is in love, it isn't a bad thing to have sex, so it's not like I'm getting pressure TO do it, but I'm also NOT getting pressure to NOT do it. Sigh. Leaving it all up to me and Quinn.

They're jabbering along, and I couldn't deal with it, so I decided that if I sat there quietly, they'd not talk to me. Veronica's first words to me were something like, "What right to you have being here so early?" or "How the hell did you get here so early?"

The next thing of moment was that after registration Monday (way too early in the morning) I went back to sleep, then got up for Genetics, where we didn't get our papers back (even though she'd said we would) and of course didn't get back the tests we'd taken on Friday. This irritated me, and I had a slight allergy-related headache and I was very tired. I was not in the best mood. Little did I realize how foul a mood I was in, till I got to ARthurian Lit, got there early, sat down, was reading the intro to Malory. Veronica and Sarah came in talking WAY too much and WAY too loud, by my estimation. They're jabbering along, and I couldn't deal with it, so I decided that if I sat there quietly, they'd not talk to me. Veronica's first words to me were something like, "What right to you have being here so early?" or "How the hell did you get here so early?" As I recall, I didn't respond, or I mumbled something about "got out of class early." So, then she asked me how my test was, and I responded, "How the hell am I supposed to know? We didn't get them back!" which prompted Veronica to get irritated with me (naturally--not a surprise) and insult me, to which I responded "Fuck you." Okay, not the best response in the world. So, later, before lunch, I had to apologize for my irrationality and grovel a bit to get Veronica less mad at me. I knwo that I acted like a bitch for no good reason, but I am not the only person in the world to snap like that--she does it sometimes too, and if I were offended every time that she's snapped at me, I don't think I'd still be her friend. The point is that we're hunky-dory again, but I'd better watch myself around her. I still don't know WHY I was so foul mooded.

And tonight was a Pchem exam. Well, this is epic enough already--I will let my faithful readers take their leave now.

--Lauren

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