Under the influence.

I've never drunken alcohol in large quantities until this weekend. Thanks Martin Luther, you're the man.

Tomorrow is important, but for some reason I'm not excited. When there is a lot of stress in my life, the good things seem to be dulled. Kind of like taking a large amount of Nyquil and not thinking. Obama is being inaugurated tomorrow, but the only thing I can think of is the massive amount of studying I need to be doing in order to get good grade, keep my scholarship, and make my parents proud.

I kind of wish I could be stupid and have things handed to me. Like, oh you failed all these classes... well, I'm gonna die soon can you please succeed my business? Sure, Mr. Old Man, I'd love to. But it doesn't work that way. I know first hand it takes more than hard work and dedication to get any recognition.