3:05 p.m. Rachel asks me if I am going out tonight. I say no. I need to workout, do laundry and catch up on school. But it was like, a really long week. "Hey Rachel, I changed my mind. I'm going out."

3:45 p.m. Should I go to my 4:30? I really don't want to miss dinner with all my friends. No. Holli, make yourself go to your 4:30. I am so proud of myself for going to my 4:30.

4:35 p.m. I shouldn't have come. I am so stupid. I would much rather be feasting at Poblano's right now. Why did I sign up for such a boring class on a Thursday evening? 

5:45 p.m. Power hours are the devil. So glad that it's over. Okay, now I'll grab a quick bite to eat. Probably a salad. 

6:15 p.m. In the McDonald's drive thru. I didn't want to wear a crop top tonight, anyway.

7:15 p.m. I overhear my roommates discussing cute boys who will be going out tonight. Why did I get McDonald's?

7:30 p.m. Okay, what should I wear tonight? Keep it simple. Black jeans and a cute tank. That was easy.

7:45 p.m. "Hey, Erin, can you help me figure out what to wear?"

7:50 p.m. "Hey, Sloane, can you help me figure out what to wear?"

8:00 p.m. "Is that what you're wearing? I need to change."

8:30 p.m. "This shirt is itchy. I'm putting my third outfit back on."

9 p.m. Okay, I'm ready. "Hey Sloane, we Aare not ordering cheesy bread tonight. And we are definitely working out tomorrow."

11 p.m. Goal of the night -- get the DJ to play "Aaron's Party." 2000 produced some sick tunes. Sweet talk the DJ for several hours.

1:30 a.m. OMG, where did everyone go?! Time to head home.

2 a.m. Finds Sloane. "Sloane, did you see any cute boys?" "Not really." "Should we get cheesy bread?" 

3 a.m. Post cheesy bread coma.