Another week gone. Another eighteen JJs burgers in my body.

Bwog felt ~romance~:

• went to a gay bar!!! drank pumpkin beer!!! felt the love ;)
• did silly little tasks, but with my girlfriend, so it was fun
  • bought a trash can as per my girlfriend’s request
• was the sexiest person at Bed Bath and Beyond
• sent a very drunk aggressive text to my boyfriend. it was good and bad

Bwog became an ~academic~ and a ~philosopher~:

• read about cults
  • talked about cults for two hours with my TA (SoulCycle, I’m looking at you) 
• pondered my enrollment (weekly)
• did no work whatsoever
• skipped my first LitHum reading and felt accomplished
• did like 1/8th of my readings 😤
• turned in a half blank calculus midterm to which my professor responded with “really?” and I answered back “just take it” 
  • got a 50% on said midterm so hey technically I didn’t miss any of the shots I took
• absorbed more information that my body can physically fit
• wrote a really bad essay, decided to turn it in without editing
• explained how this semester is like a transient class in a Markov chain aka a state that you will never end up stuck in forever, that you will eventually and invariably move out of. math is poetic maybe
• read Judith Butler. felt things
• wrote what I thought to be the best essay of my life, took a long walk discovering myself, went back and read the essay. stayed up until 3am fixing said essay

Bwog got intoxicated and did ~things~:

• watched my friend have a silly little tipsy fall into a pile of trash bags on a Thursday night 
• DWB!! 
• made terrible drinking decisions. Consequently I had my first black out (scary, avoid that at all costs) and was drunk for approximately 24 hours (also don’t recommend)
• got tricked into bottomless brunch 
  • found a really good bottomless brunch place (San Marzano is a steal)
• got very sloshed and judged people’s birth charts

And lastly, Bwog ~girlbossed~:

• flipped off Trump Tower
• girlbossed too close to the sun

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