Drinking and Taxes... a magical combination

Someone please remind me that nothing good can come out of staying out drinking until 3:30 in the morning. And certainly nothing good can come out of bicycle riding after numerous beers and two White Russians, although for some reason it seemed like the right thing to do last Friday night.

I have been in recovery mode for two days now, which seems to be a pretty clear signal to me that I am no longer the party star that I used to be. Gone are the days of slip and sliding down plastic sheets in nothing more than my underwear and a clown wig, gone are the days of "rent-a-jacuzzi" in which we fit 24 people into a 12 person tub as we guzzled Shaffer's beer, and gone are the days of chowing down obscene amounts of unhealthy food with friends after a night out at 2:30am.


I am most definitely not the girl in the middle anymore.

I just don't seem to be recovering the way I used to after such colorful nights out. I had a headache until 10pm last night! And even this morning, two days later, I woke up achey and feeling as though a truck hit me.

So what did I punish myself with soon after getting out of bed? My taxes!!!



After several weeks of procrastinating, I sat down at my computer and began tallying my W-2, 1099-INTs, and 1098-T into the ever delightful 1040 form. And what was in store for me? Hmmm... the tax program on-line said that I owed $3,800 in taxes this year! I did a triple take, realizing that I had obviously done something wrong, which led to another full hour's worth of going over and over the different forms I had to fill in to see where the error might have occurred. I quickly realized I did something wrong on my 1098-T, which is the tuition statement from U of A that shows my fellowship money. As if you care, I am pretty sure I have accidentally added my tuition costs into my taxable income, which gave me an incorrect total taxable income amount... but now I want to double check this with the finance people here at school before I can file the damn thing. F****K!!!!!! Why can't things just be easy sometimes?!? I would most definitely kill myself if I were an accountant.


This is what I looked like today around 11:00 am.

After that nightmarish debacle, I decided to procrastinate working on my homework a little more in order to watch the last half of the George Mason and UCONN basketball game, which had me so nervous that I couldn't even stand to watch the last several free throw foul shots and thus had to turn around squinching my eyes shut in dreadful anticipation of George Mason's demise. And yet somehow they came through and won by a point! A big sorry to Lindsey about UCONN's loss... but a bigger congrats to my mom, who got one of her Master's degrees from GMU!!


George Mason's biggest fan.

And speaking of my mom and education... guess who is almost finished with bartending school? My mother. Yes, my mom just can't get enough of learning, and apparently it's not enough to already have two master's degrees... now she has to know how to get people drunk too. Way to go, Mom!

Meems knows how to make a mean drink now...

And on that note, I must go delve into the mysterious world of Arabic poetry, as I attempt to memorize a poem for the "Language Fair" here next weekend. God help me...