The only thing I promised myself on New Year's Eve was no more Gatsby's in 2007; no more 1020 either. (Lianna made the second promise with me). I have to start branching out and finding a "regular" bar closer to where I live, so I can walk home instead of taking a cab or my two-subway commute at 2:30 in the morning.

My parents are coming back into town on Thursday to see my grandmother and aunt off to India, and I am so terribly excited for them to arrive. Unfortunately, it also means that after this weekend I won't be seeing them for a while. It used to be a joke whenever we talked about them moving to Jersey to be closer to me, but the more we talk about it the more I realize that's what I want.

This weekend tied up a lot of loose ends for me. In a way that's good, because although I didn't necessarily plan it this way, it will give me a lot of room to start fresh this year. I have a vague idea of where I want to be in the next twelve months, but plans always change. I'm flexible.

Pictures courtesy of my coworkers Heather and Maharlika!

The MTVN holiday party was amazing. My Converse died in a blaze of glory that night, but it was so worth it.

Lianna and I went back to 1020 tonight for the first time since May -- and were hit on almost immediately by two Columbia boys. One of them lied to me about being a senior, and his friend unknowingly ratted him out right afterwards when he described all the details of his buddy's room in Wien (the shitty junior dorm). This may be presumptuous of me, but did he really think that I was more likely to hook up with him if he WAS a senior? I didn't even get with college boys when I was IN college. I miss Columbia, but I don't miss it THAT much.

More later, in a protected entry and when it's not 2:30 in the morning. I need to sleep as much as possible to prepare for the week-long hangover that awaits me.

I've had a sore throat for the past couple of days. It's just my throat that's been irritating me, nothing else. No other symptoms.

My mom says it's from yelling and talking loudly.
My roommate says it's from drinking too much.
I say it's a combination of the above two things.
Wonderful.

Either way, I'm a lush and have been drunk 5 of 7 nights this week.
Thank God I can say it's because this is my last semester of college, or this behavior would be inexcusable.
When I enter the real world next year I really can't afford to be doing this all the time.

But Hot Jazz was SO MUCH FUN last night. It was seriously one of the best evenings of the semester -- and I definitely had a LOT more champagne than I did last time I went.
And I did end up writing 30 pages of my screenplay today (hopefully 40 before I go to bed tonight), despite the hangover, so I'd say today has been enormously productive.

The sad thing, though, is that I went on the writing spree today because I want to have my 60 pages for Tuesday done before 11 tomorrow night.
So I can go out afterwards.

It's shocking how much my priorities have changed since I came to Columbia 4 years ago. I wonder what my 18-year-old self would say if she saw me now.

what to say? not much, but there's not much else to do while i'm sitting here importing lots of caroline's cd collection into my computer. yes, my friends, i have joined the masses and purchased an ipod. and it's all pretty and shiny and new and people love playing with it and that makes me happy because i love playing with it too. it needs a name. maybe reno dakota.

i got sick all over the place monday night after having some bad cider and bourbon at the abbey. after ingesting only 2 vodka drinks. not a pleasant experience.

taqueria serves way too much food. y tu mama tambien was an awesome movie.

1 final down, 2 to go. only 1 paper to go. and then it's a 20 hour plane ride to india...

last night was absolutely amazing.

first of all, let me start with the show. it began with the slap that wasn't a slap at all and slowly but surely went downhill. the doors to the blackbox were locked, making the beinning of the library scene completely fucked up, ryan left his fly open during the first act, i got dates stuck in my teeth during the auntie lisa scene, sloan first forgot to put the arras up and then broke it when he finally remembered to do so, leading me to have to hold it up, the door broke during the second elspeth/stafford scene...i could go on but you only need a general picture to understand why we needed to go out afterwards.

i had already made plans to go out with jess and lianna after the show, but we expanded them so that we went with sloan, laura, and a friend of theirs. we went to amcaf, and after laura smooth-talked me into the bar, we got a table and saw emily and ryan sitting with ryans parents and a few other people. afterwards, we proceeded to get completely smashed. one of the best moments was when sloan and i ordered laura coffee with vodka (it actually wasn't that bad!), but the night in general was just fantastic.

if vik and tom thought i was drunk before we went out, imagine the surprise on their faces when i came back and i was actually drunk. :) i don't think anyone here had ever seen me like that before (except for sangria night but that didn't even come close). we stood outside of bennett's room talking for a while before mere physically pushed me into my room and i went to bed. and it's surprising, i'm not hung over at all. i expected to be, considering that it's been about 2 months since i've had alcohol, but i woke up this morning feeling fine.

so hopefully the shows today will go wonderfully, and i'm so excited for the cast party. i'm sitting in my underwear right now, and the call's in a little over an hour, so i think i'd better get dressed and eat.