this is what happens when I don't follow my schedule.

Earlier today, at lunch, I decided I needed a plan of action to tackle my to-do list before the Metric concert that our school won.  It went like this:
1) Go to study hall.
2) Complete history assignment.
3) Complete philosophy readings.
4) Go to gym and treadmill it up for half an hour.
5) Return to residence.
6) drinks, drinks, drinks!
7) Metric concert!

Doesn't seem too arduous... however... this is what ended up happening:
1) before study hall, I ended up falling asleep briefly on one of the tables in the caf.
2) I woke up in a daze, realized I had fallen behind schedule and RAN to study hall.
3) In study hall, I sat one of the computers quietly completely my history homework/facebooking.
4) An asian man came and STOOD NEXT TO ME WHILE GOING ON THE COMPUTER.  WHO THE FUCK STANDS WHILE THEY'RE USING THE COMPUTER.  I was angry.
5) I completed history - steps one and two were complete.  On to step three - I read maybe three pages of philosophy then headed for the gym - step three was incomplete.
6) Step four - complete.  Yay me!
7) I returned to residence and drank!!!! yay.
8) An RA poured out a beer because I had it outside... my bad... but then I drank a lot of vodka so that made life better.
9) I remember being in line for the metric concert... but ended up at macdonald's instead with numerous cuts and scrapes.  Good night?  I think so.

I wrote the above right after the above happened, still reasonably drunk.   In retrospect, I wish I had gone to metric... although the macdonalds and later, wendy's, were well worth it.