Blazing New Trails to Never Fail.

Fine day.

I woke up at the merry hour of 2 in the afternoon today, sort of still drunk and completely unaware of my surroundings.

Basically, I don`t want to drink anymore.

Two days until I`m back, and that 48 hours will hopefully crawl by. I`m not actually looking forward to going home. I`m used to a ridiculously late bedtime, and an ugly afternoon wakeup, which will have to stop for the next 2 weeks whilst I adjust to the old rules for the new world order...aka, my parents` rules.

My room is a disaster. Alex and I have managed to sediment two weeks` worth of drinking, clothing changes and a myriad of other activites onto our floor. It feels like that scene from Fear and Loathing when HST wakes up to find his hotel room torn to shreds and a microphone taped to his face, aware that he did it, but unaware of the extent. For instance, I woke up this morning with at least eight pennies stuck to various places on my back and stomach. Many of which I was able to peel off, the others came off in the shower. Not to mention that when I got out of bed, I stepped over a guitar case, four empty boxes of KD and a rather expensive Drama textbook, which was laid open in a way that bent many pages.

I have two exams in the next two days, but both are feasible and make up the saving grace for my marks. I will study, but the warning level has been reduced from blood red to a cool blue (I think that`s the order, right?), and all terrorist exam activity has been quelled.

I`ll be home soon. Wednesday is the day.

All will be well in the world, just wait for me to get there.

Bizz.