No Good Deed Goes Unpunished.

Welcome back, me.

I wish I had a slew of good news to update with. I really really do. For starters, I now have 2 new roomates and the original roomate, John, he left a few days ago. He left in a thick cloud of dust and smoke. Why? Because he felt the urge to cancel the power, light, water, and take the damn internet router with him. (I'm on one of the computers on campus now.) At least he left some good steaks in the fridge.

My new roommates are...interesting. One is a pet groomer at PetSmart and the other guy, all I know is that he's from Portland Oregon (God.) Anyways, the petgroomer doesnt have a car, so of course I was nice enough to lend him my (very expensive and very beloved) bike. Two days later, I get a call from him and he tells me that the bike was stolen. Stolen. Sto. Len. No good deed goes unpunished I guess... I actually cried, thats how attached I was to my bike. When I got home, there was a note for me on the white board that read:

Hey.. I left an "I'm sorry" gift for you to next to the fridge...

I thought, if it doesnt have two wheels and a handlebar, then i'm not interested.

It was a 12 pack of Corona. I didnt know whether to laugh or cry - again.




I've never mentioned my drinking problem in my posts before. Mainly, because I found it to be relatively out of context with the main topic of this blog. I think I can finally admit to making a correlation between my drinking and my horrible academic failures. I think I'm punishing myself... I'm an alcoholic and yet I have this crazy notion that I think I have a chance at being academically successful by going to class with my blood raging with alcohol. It's no wonder that I havent been making any progress. Not to mention, I can probably count the amount of brain cells I have left on one hand. My therapist tells me that once I take the appropriate actions, physical actions, to staunch my cravings (i.e. go to meetings, keep a dry house), then the mental, the psychological repairs will follow.

I'll admit, I'm not doing everything in my power to help myself. And I know I should. My pet groomer roomate drinks like a fish. Not helping. We went to a karaoke bar last night. Tuesdays are always somewhat dead there, but thats not a bad thing. He actually got me to sing a few songs. It was interesting being out of my element. I swore I would never sing karaoke unless the first song was Alanis Morrisettes, "Uninvited."

Guess which song came on when the pet groomer grabbed my arm and dragged me to the mic?



In other news, I have my first calc test this coming Monday. I've already been familiar with the material having taken the class before, but I'm still going to bug my tutor for a little extra help. Thanks in advance.

In the research world, I am proud to say that we are finally publishing the study that we have been working on, in the Society for Neuroscience Journal. :o) !! Glad to end this post on a good note.