A moment of regret

So far, I can name two regrets of college:
1) that I wasn't in Minnesota at the time of the RNC. Not that I care about the convention itself, but rather the protests that were happening at the time, which I would have participated in.
2) I didn't go to that party tonight. Richard was going to a friend's 21st birthday party. It was at a pub & grill and I got invited by Richard, as did the other girl who was hanging out at RSA tonight. But I didn't go because I was being responsible and doing my math homework and she did and he wrote on her wall on facebook about how much fun the party was. And then, on top of it all, we got an extension on the math homework, so I didn't need to do it anyway. I find this whole mess really frustrating. I think I've reached a point of desperateness (real word) at which I need to be slapped. Seriously, who needs guys? ... Oh, right. Me.

Well, I did most of my math homework anyway. I work tomorrow from 2-6. Then from 7-9 I'm going to the Academic Team practice to see what that's all about. I think tomorrow I'm going to ask at work about knocking off a few of my shifts, because, while the schedule is manageable and even maintainable, I just don't want to work that much. I want a social life. I want to have fun. But if you're wondering, no, I don't want to go to bed before 2:30.

Earlier today I had the required Alcohol Education course. It only took about half an hour. It was lame and most of it was stuff I already knew. My opinion on the matter is that alcohol typically tastes gross, so what's the point? I'd be happier with a Coke or a coffee. Plus, I don't know that I could trust myself drunk. I've done some pretty stupid stuff sober, and I don't think my judgment would improve under the influence. And that, ladies and gentlemen, makes me the 1 in 5 University students (at OU, but the national numbers are supposedly comparable) who does not drink. What a loser.