Dodging Bullets One Coin Toss at a Time

I went to take a test this morning, one I wasn't even remotely prepared for, nor did I have any idea how to prepare for it. So I get to class and what should happen but this:

"I'm going to flip a coin four times. The number of heads I get is the number of people to a group."

Wha?! God bless you! I knew those sacrifices to the God of Statistics would pay off!

Suffice it to say that without my group, the test would've made me its bitch. Instead, I survived and got away with my slacking yet again. Someday I'll learn my lesson.

Maybe tomorrow! I have two tests (one in each of the classes I have tomorrow), so there's still a good chance I'll fuck something up before the week is over. The good news is I at least won't find out about it until after Fall Break. I can panic Wednesday.

It has occurred to me that I'm really FUCKED, and not in the good way. I know, I know, Manda, you fucked my mom in the good way. Now let's get back to ME.

Example the First: I'm behind in my classes, and it's midterms!

Example the Second: I have no forseeable free time to catch up.

Example the Third: I've grown to hate the one job that used to relax me.

Example the Fourth: The other job is just something I do to pay the bills. It's fun, but the shiny newness wore off long ago.

Example the Fifth: Football Sunday. As shallow as it sounds, I really enjoy spending my Sundays watching football. It's kind of been my thing. At the end of a long work week and school week, I really need to just scream at my television for a few hours. I have no more football Sundays! It's one of the few things that still relaxes me.

Example the Sixth: My savings account might as well be nonexistent.

Example the Seventh: It's quite possible I will never again drive an air-conditioned vehicle.

Example the Eighth: WTF?! The Yankees are out?! A-Rod, you let me down! Yes, I realize this is old news, but the shock hasn't worn off yet.

Example the Ninth: I'm still trying to finish my room. At least I've made progress.

That's right, my friends - it never rains hard enough.

But, you know, not to be a total downer, some aspects of my life are pretty bitchin'. And those I keep to myself, because even when your life is an open blog, you do need something to hang out to that's just yours, lest you start thinking you're a reality TV star.

There shouldn't even exist such a phrase as "reality TV star."

Tonight I did some much needed unwinding with ice cream and ESPN. Add some liquor and a recliner, and it's just what heaven is like. Or any fraternity house.

Song of the Day: Toby Keith's "I Love This Bar"

We got winners, we got losers
Chain smokers and boozers
And we got yuppies, we got bikers
We got thirsty hitchhikers
And the girls next door dress up like movie stars

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, I love this bar

We got cowboys, we got truckers
Broken-hearted foons and suckers
And we got hustlers, we got fighters
Early birds and all-nighters
And the veterans talk about their battle scars

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar

[Chorus:]
I love this bar
It's my kind of place
Just walkin' through the front door
Puts a big smile on my face
It ain't too far, come as you are
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar

I've seen short skirts, we got high-techs
Blue-collared boys and rednecks
And we got lovers, lots of lookers
I've even seen dancing girls and hookers
And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
O, Yes I do

I like my truck (I like my truck)
I like my girlfriend (I like my girlfriend)
I like to take her out to dinner
I like a movie now and then

But I love this bar
It's my kind of place
Just trollin' around the on dance floor
Puts a big smile on my face
No cover charge, come as you are
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm I just love this old bar