That is a little bit depressing but oh well I can't do anything about it so I must suck it up and go back to dreaded reality.
Saturday night I went to a couple party things but didn't stay long, went back, did almost the exact things as the previous night, only Looked much better, spilled ramen noodles on Isa'a friend's couch, talked to music majors who smoked phillies and white owls, untampered, mind you, the cigar smell was delightful, talked about boobs with someone, and eventually got so tired (at around I don't know... around the time of 4-7) I passed on the floor next to my sister.