My first weekend of reform = utter failure, partly my fault, partly Tang’s fault, partly Hurricane Ivan’s fault.

Friday night was to have been spent studying so as to catch up. Instead, I went out because it’s Friday, after all. That’s my fault, but can you really blame me? It was Friday night.

Saturday afternoon was to have been spent studying, but Hurricane Ivan blew the winds and the rains in. I got soaked and freezing cold walking back from Ryan’s that I spent the afternoon laying in bed getting warm. Saturday night was Kevin’s party, drank a little too much, didn’t get work done obviously. That wasn’t anyone’s fault because Kevin’s party was pre-planned fun.

Sunday afternoon was to have been spent studying, after getting breakfast at the Tang brunch thing. The brunch was rather anti-climatic; they were out of everything. Its terribleness affected my entire psyche for the rest of the day, rendering me unable to do anything except sulk in my own self-pitiness of sulking because I got none of the promised scrambled eggs and bacon at the so-called brunch.

Before I knew it, I had slept away another few hours, and dinner time rolled around. Ryan and I went out for dinner, got some hearty Italian while I wondered just how much weight I’ve put on in the past couple of weeks eating only hamburgers and hotdogs.

Now it’s 9pm, and in the three hours before going to sleep at midnight, I’m finally ready to do all the work that I had planned on doing this past weekend.

This is why I was never meant to do anything worthwhile; I waste all my time away.