Thursday night, like most nights before I go to Binghamton, I got around 4 to 5 hours of sleep. Friday, went to bed that night around 2am. Got up at 9am. Spent from 1 pm to 3pm at the Binghamton University Spring Fling. 3pm to 6:15 pm at WHRW where Alex was helping his friend edit an interview he had done with Star Sailor. 6:30 to 7pm saw Star Sailor for Free outside of the West Gym at Binghamton University. Star Sailor was making an appearance as apart of MTV's Campus Invasion. They played for free outside while the moronic masses waited in lines to pay for music that wasn't even close to the superior quality of Star Sailor (hmm hmm..hint hint Nickelback, Default and Injected.). Then my somewhat gentle composure turned into uber bitch. Alex's friend Andrew Teller set me off by defending the middle aged people that were waiting in a long line to get their merchandise signed by Star Sailor. Thus, I got bitchy and got in a fight with Alex. We then made up and he went back to WHRW to perform an acoustic set for marathon closer. He got back around 12:30am and we ended up getting into some heavy conversation until 5am. Went to sleep woke up around 12N.
Let me just sum this weekend up in one sentence. I'M FUCKING TIRED.

Next weekend should be just as fun. Spiderman on friday night (yes I already bought my tickets. It's Tobey's first movie since Wonder Boys and he is topless) and Guster on Saturday night. Feels like another sleepless weekend.

Update on the future plans: Looks as if Alex is pretty set on going to C W Post for grad school. It also seems that Alex is pretty set on the thought that I am the woman for him and that one day we are going to get married. This means that we are both set on my moving to Long Island sometime around August/September. It's funny how you can be so confident about something when you don't actually have to deal with it. Moving to Long Island reminds me of going away to college for the first time. I'm excited and fearful at the same time. I just hope I don't have as hard of an adjustment as college.

I called in sick this morning. I wonder if I will ever shake the guilt I feel when I do such a thing. Ever since grade school I have felt guilty for not being where I'm supposed to be. Even if I were on my death bed I would still feel bad about calling in. Now I'm feeling bad for not being productive.

I can't wait to tell my collegues about my trip to the farm.

I'm calling in sick tomorrow for two reasons, 1. I'm on the verge of collapsing from being tired. 2. I really want my collegues to struggle when they have to deal with my not being there tomorrow. I'd hate to see how they get work done when the one person who does the work has called in sick.

Alex called me all excited because John Mayer is playing Central Park on July 19th. I then informed him that his cousin's wedding is on July 19th. Now he is getting this crazy idea to drive all the way to Boston for the July 17th show. He even asked me to go to the Boston show which I had to inform him that I had to work. He then told me to "live a little" and drive to Boston after work. Someone, that would be Alex, had no idea that Boston is a good five hours from me.

Now I'm relaxing and preparing my day off. Washing clothes, washing the car and getting an oil change.

Alex got accepted to C W Post. He also got accepted to Binghamton University. Now all he is waiting for is Hofstra. I've got this feeling that he will most likely be going to grad school on Long Island. The weekend went by wicked fast as usual. Friday night Alex and I went for Subs at the Vestal Plaza and, because it was so warm out, sat outside and enjoyed some deep conversation. I then talked him into walking around campus where we ended up in CIW. Saturday we awoke around 1pm and didn't get our asses out of the apartment until 7pm. IHOP for dinner and then mini-golf in 40 degree weather. The next morning I woke up not feeling so well. Hmmmm.......could it be that I was playing mini-golf in 40 degree weather? Got advanced tickets for Spiderman and then went to a tiny carnival at Hillside Apartmen community. Ran into Cara, my Junior second semester roommate, who acted as if she couldn't remember who I was. Its not like we didn't live together for four months.

Work is work. Being that I am the only one who actually works I'm getting it up the ass. My bosses assistant says that she is going to talk to her (my boss) about the fact that two of my co-workers seem to be slacking because they know that I will pick up anything that they can't seem to finish. I've also volunteered to take another co-worker to and from work until around wednesday. Nice lady, but it is really ackward being that she is a born again christian. I have a feeling that she's not going to take my listening to Howard Stern to well.

MTV Campus Invasion next weekend. Nickelback (Sux) and Default (who?). The free show is for StarSailor. This will be the only band Alex and myself will be seeing. Then there is the WHRW 24 hour marathon. Basically, I'm going to be really bored next Saturday.

Friday night (Binghamton University) Alex had a friend of his, and fellow t.a., Rob over to grade some tests. When Rob went back to his car he found out that his battery was dead. So Alex volunteered to use his car to jump Rob's car. When Alex tried to start his car he found out that his car was also dead. Then I stepped in. When we went outside the car that was parked next to Rob's car was also dead and was getting a jump from a friend of theirs. So, they jumped Rob's car and I jumped Alex's car. Wheeeeeeew....can you follow that? Also on friday, my eye was going butt ass crazy and I spent the whole weekend wearing glasses. I was so concerned that I actually made an emergency trip to the eye doctor and got out of work early. Come to find out all it was was a micorscopic piece of lint that the doctor just scrubbed out. That cost me $27.00. Then when I got home we had a messege on the answering machine informing me that I had won a trip for two to the Bahamas. This is for real. I filled out a card jus for fun when I was in Long Island last summer. Well, I guess I won. Oh, and I finally got my period. Guess I can stop freaking out about unwanted pregnancies and all. In the words of Alex: "Don't you go and get pregnant on me."

Here I go again (on my own...sorry I had to). Basically I saw Kids in the Hall in Syracuse. I said something about how it was great but nothing can recreate the feelings of the fist time I saw them. I talked about my having really bad PMS which caused a huge fight between Alex and myself. So bad that I was actually considering breaking up with him. Then I went out to Binghamton for the weekend and had a great time. Things are now great between us.
I don't know if I can say the same thing about my body. I was supposed to get my period two weeks ago, but the Provera (progesterone) that I was taking has fucked up my body and now I don't know when I'm going to get it. I feel like I have my period, cramps and all, but I don't have my period. No I'm not pregnant. But I am going throught those crazy high school virgin thoughts that I used to have. The kind where I wondered if it was possible to get pregnant without having sex because I had missed my period. I think some girls know what I'm talking about. Hey, it could be the next immaculate conception. Then I start to get paranoid about the times that Alex and I have fooled around and semen has been expelled and wonder if maybe a little particle of it got anywhere near my vagina. Then I wonder if it's possible to get pregnant through one's belly button. Sorry to gross anyone out.

I think anyone who does some sort of on-line journal can feel my pain when I say "I fucking spent a lot of time writing a detailed description of what I've been up to, and then the whole thing disappeared." fuck.