divine angst

Mr. Angst and I like Mardi Gras. One year, we had a big party, with big pots of red beans and rice, and hurricanes, and some XXX-version of Girls Gone Wild. Our guests danced and played Truth or Dare Jenga, and one of our fun guy friends gave someone a lap dance. (That was his dare.)

So it makes me very sad that I spent today, all day, at school. I had class. Then I had studying. Then I had three hours of group editing. And now I have law school musical rehearsal.

I wore beads today, to show spirit; they’re bright purple and match the lining of my jacket. But somehow they don’t make up for it. It being that today is MARDI GRAS and I have been in this building for…close to twelve hours now. It’ll be fourteen before I leave.

I’m glad February is over. I just wish it weren’t leaving with one of my favorite holidays.