I'm turning into a cliche... and you can't stop me!

Oh what a night I had last nite. Worked until 10, took the bus to Spence's (who I haven't chilled with in a while) pounded a few beers and then hit up GT's. $2 drinks got me more drunk, there was a live band, bucky and eric and some girls from saugeen. It was good fucking times. Today however as sit in this cubile trying to finish this stupid earth science term paper, my head hurts, my stomach feels crappy and I can't concentrat for shit. Thats why I'm blogging. The paper is pretty much done I just have to reference everything an print it. I have ... like a little over an hour before it's due. Lord.
And my lung hurts. I think I slept weird, because my back hurts too. Isn't this an interesting blog?
Fucking, the whole point about this was, I said to myself, I shouldn't have gone out last nite. But following on its coat tails was the thought, why the fuck not? you had a good time right? i had a great time. So then fuck it, thats all that matters. Today I can see how that mentalty can get you in trouble, but i'm gonna get the paper done. it really wouldn't have been any better if I had been sober right now trying to get it done. So fuck it. I can't wait till the next time I go out. I'm turning into a typical university student. Who does that? But in my fashion I am going to be proud of my faults, even as big a one as this... Go drinking!
Humpf. I gotta finish this paper. Back to reality.