And so, this was the weekend we had absolutely nothing to study for, we wrote our big tests the day before and rented a van for the weekend.

There were only four girls and twelve guys, normally what i'd classify as a good ratio, unless all but one of those men were married or in a serious relationship, you have to work with them, and don't find any especially appealing.

We shopped, and then drank... we crammed nine people into one room (with all four of us girls) and one bathroom when we got ready, not the best idea.  Plus all I really wanted to shop, and the boys were not into that.  ah well, next time.

However, we went to a club... and drank a lot, which is when the interesting things started to come out.  We met a girl who was nineteen and at her own bachelorette party, she was engaged to a guy she had met six weeks previously... and proceeded to break up with him over text that night, no joke.  how cliche.

One of the married guys, who had been married for awhile but was still in his early thirties, was hit on by a very attractive just-legal girl, he proceeded to get wasted and make out with her all night.  The next day he asked to stop at a church to repent.

The only single guy, who is definately a pretty boy, but not my type at all, was on a mission to get laid.  We got to the club early at about 10, by quarter to one he was at a table shoving his tongue down a girls throat and gropping her. I left with one of the other girls and one of the guys at about 2:30, I wasn't tired, but it was hot and gross in the bar and I needed out.  We went back to the hotel, the other girl crashed so the two of us went to the hotel room he was sharing with mr. single and another one of the married guys.  twenty minutes later mr. single comes back with the girl, and kicks us out of the room... and by kick, I mean we felt awkward and b-lined it out. 

In a terribly classy move, the O.N.S spent the night  in a room with three guys she had never met before,mr. single didn't ask for her number.  and did the walk of shame the next day, what a guy.

I didn't do anything I wasn't supposed to... well, almost... I was a little drunk, and the other guy, who was married, and ex navy CIC (I know) and I might have started a drink off.  we also might have started flirting, we might have started to play fight... and we might have done something else if mr. single didn't come back with his O.N.S.  so yeah... there might be a lot of flirting now, although i'm cutting back a lot.  and it is probably really really good that i'm going home so nothing does happen. 

First- This loner loves and misses you all too! 

Second- there is work, not homework per-say, just reading and learning, regugitation (sp) I have to wait til I get evaluations, because I feel like i'm prepared-ish, but i'm no where near as stressed as everyone else.

Ah so what else is a person to do on a monday night, first day of the second week, but to play volleyball and hurt one self? 

I am to the doctor tomorrow if the swelling hasn't gone down a lot and if I wake up feeling crippled again.  This morning it was really really stiff.  stupid foot, at least I didn't break it... and someone didn't kick it.

Okay, i'm sorry, but how incredibly boring are my posts?  I do appologize profusely for this.  Would you like to hear some drama? thought so :)

Here is what I was thinking about- Labels.

What came first? - Labeling the person based on attributes, or the person adopting the attributes to fit the label?

In our small class of thirteen we have managed to fit into that weird social pattern that is so very highschool-esque and let ourselves fall into labels. 

We have the beauty, the hunk, the athelete, the funny guy, the funny girl, the side kick, the know-it-all, the quiet one, the socially awkward guy, the mother figure, the health nut, the rebel, the hard ass, the sex-addict.

What's weird is that we are adults, and should be past letting other peoples branding dictate how we act, yet i've seen it in the last two weeks, i've seen each of us adopt the cloak the rest of the class has said we fit best and acted accordingly. 

I'm not complaining overly much since everyone seems to think i'm the know-it-all.  Not the brain, or geek or anything, actually a know-it-all.  Why? because I have managed to pick up the majority of the information easily.  Could it be because I just got out of college and am used to studying and learning?  Or that I came from a job that let me be familiar with the documents we are working with? Some is my natural intelligence... but still.

I've found myself acting the part more and more, although I don't think i'm any more intelligent, and I struggle with some things as well, they all assume I know it all, and so  act as if I do, I try and be that character.

Its almost a comfort thing as well, I see the persons wearing the hat, and then wanting to switch out try something else on, but inevitably falling back to their group assigned character. How bizare not that I think about it.

I suppose like any good stereotype, the label is there for a reason, if each of us didn't portray the characterisitcs and manerism, we wouldn't be wearing it...

But then, also like highschool, we seem to pair up with our socially assigned oposite- you know smokers together, beauty and hunk, funny girl and guy...   thought as adults we got away from all of that, looking past it all.  But no, n the little while i've been here, this has happened, each matched pair is in each others company the majority of the time.