Headache

Ouch. My head hurts this morning. I, um, overimbibed. But it was fun. I was at, like, five different bars throughout the night. The beautiful women were out in full force. And so was I. I got to meet cool people, like this guy. And Ryan Gleason's girlfriend. And I saw a guy I tried to form a band with almost three years ago. Boy, it really is time to leave CMU. I've been here just about long enough. One more year left. This time next year, it'll be me saying goodbye to everyone. No offense to, you know, everyone, but I am so done being the weird old guy in every class. I mean, I'll still be that guy when I'm teaching high school English, but I'm SUPPOSED to be that guy in that context. In my current world, it's all anyone ever wants to talk about. My EDU 450 instructor told me yesterday that I'm not to date anyone under 30. She's right, of course, but that would mean that, living in Mount Pleasant, I would never date. I also suspect that she thinks I am a somewhat pathetic, overgrown little boy with a Peter Pan complex. Again, she's right, of course. Oh well. Maybe I'm just being hard on myself because my head hurts and because I embarrassed myself yet again with a certain someone last night. I can't wait until she leaves town for good so it will never, ever happen again. I mean, I am thankful to her for waking me up, figuratively speaking, this semester. But she created a monster. Okay, I think I'm gonna watch the final Friends and cry in my shredded wheat. Hasta la vista, baby.