Dinners, parties, tests, wtf?

So, I'm going a little nuts. I have a test next friday, and there's just so much fucking material I want gouge out my eyes. I did manage to have some fun this weekend, which kinda makes up for this stress nonsense, I guess.

I'm doing this Alzheimer's buddy program thing where people working in the neurology department match volunteers with a newly diagnosed Alzheimer's patient. The idea is that the person with Alzheimer's has someone they can go out and do things with (movies, museums, etc.) and the student gets to do something good and gain some new experiences. I was matched with a woman that was described as spunky, sophisticated and fun. I was supposed to meet her on Friday, so I got kinda dolled up (it happens rarely nowadays) to make a good impression. She actually didn't make it out, but apparently my dressing up seemed to make a good impression on people in my class. . .maybe? I ran into a girl I know from one of my classes at the grocery store and she invited me out to dinner at a Thai restaurant that night, which was fun. There was much joking and laughter, and we all know how much I like laughter.

On Saturday night, one of my friends that lives in my building invited me for homecooked Ethiopian food because her husband was in town, so she cooked. Man, that was so good. Like I didn't really realize how deprived my diet has been lately. I just kinda switch off between pasta and vegetarian chili every day. It kinda makes me sad. So you damn well better believe I ate my little heart out.

Then, I was kinda cajoled into going to the big halloween party at one of the penthouses nearby. It's a really cool place that's super gothic looking for some reason, and it's been passed down to Northwestern med students for a whole bunch of years. It started out ok, there was some awkward standing around in corners with the people I went with commenting on how we don't really know anybody. And then everybody proceeded to get plastered. I got drinks spilled on me repeatedly (like at least 4-5 times). Girls were kinda out of control and I somehow was put in charge of making sure they didn't embarrass themselves, or die or something. It was great. And I'm not being sarcastic because I was really hammered. I wasn't stupid drunk, but it was enough that I was having a fine time on my own. Yay alcohol. Except for the hangover, but watching movies all day in bed was great, so there's a silver lining to everything.

That's all. Oh, I have a test next week. . .I'm freaking out. Have I mentioned this before? :)