I am sooooooooooooooo tired!

I know, I know, I'm a little late with the weekend update. Maybe it's because there isn't much to tell. Cold weather, tuition, and end of semester schoolwork has really made my weekends pretty lame. That and I'm getting old. Let's see...I worked, had a few beers, got pulled over, and celebrated my Dad's birthday. Fun times. I worked ALL WEEKEND because my tuition is still refusing to pay itself and I "made too much money" last year to qualify for financial aid. I feel the need to say this over and over again in case you forgot how fucked up higher education in America is. Moving on.... I was pulled over for speeding on the back roads. Unbelievable! I take those back roads nearly everyday and not once have I ever seen a cop. But let my exhausted ass drive home after a few drinks and all hell breaks loose. (Now, before you lecture me on drinking and driving let me inform you I had two beers and was at the bar for several hours. I was in no shape or form drunk. I like to party, but I don't feel the need to kill people on the way home. Back to the story...) So I get the standard license and registration. He smells alcohol on my breath and asks me how much I've had to drink. I'm honest and tell him about 22oz. of beer. He doesn't sound convinced and asks me to get out of the car. I'm yelling all kinds of profanity in my head but on the outside I'm cheerful and cooperative. I turn off the engine and walk to the back of the car. He makes me walk the line - I pass. He has me follow a pen with my eyes - I think this test was inconclusive. You tell me how I was supposed to follow his pen point when I have his headlights, spotlight, AND got damn Maglite shining in my face - I couldn't see much of anything! So he gives me the breathalizer test. WTF?! Couldn't we have saved me the roadside embarrassment and just done this to begin with?!! Asshole. After taking the test he asks me to get back in the car. He comes back with a warning for speeding. I HAD plans to hit another bar with friends but Mr. Asshole Officer took care of that urge. So I put on my favorite flannel pajamas with my leopard print slippers and went and hung out a friend's house. Happy Saturday!! Sunday was my dad's 53rd birthday. He didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. So we rented movies and ate cake and ice cream. I then bribed him to take Trek on his late night walk while I drove my brother and his roommate back to college. I'm such a good daughter ;) That's all folks. So click here and head on over to 100 Things to take my underwear challenge! You know you want to. Smiley for the Day: :) (sorry the site is down)