Certified.

Well, I'm a certified 'Responsible Beverage Server.' Not really sure what that means, since I have to go to my city's hall and get a bartending license. Whatever I guess. I got it, I'm certified. Whatever. The class was two hours long and involved the guy teaching it telling stories about his life. Some kid asked if you became less drunk when you puked. Seriously? Have you even looked at a bottle of alcohol before? "If you throw up more, do you become less drunk?" NO. You stay the same drunk because you can't puke it out of your blood stream. Idiot. Not to mention he looked like Pauly D from Jersey Shore, so I automatically didn't like him.

Needless to say, I had a few drinks after class. Dumb vodka Red Bulls. I have an upset stomach today, even though I only had three and stopped before 11. Oh well. And now awesome. I came to campus because attendance is mandatory in this class, and now we can leave because we're doing InDesign. Ugh. Today is a very blah day.