"Twas a wondrous night of merriment and mayhem. I managed to keep from getting smashed (although Amy had no such compunctions, but it was her party). I kept a warm buzz going, and managed to be sober enough to realize that the rustling of skirts was Erica killing off the birthday girl, but the second rustling was Amy saving herself with a well-timed tourniquet to the tits. Damn off brands.


For the record, Amy's friends don't suck. I won't say that I'm not surprised. I don't like people. But they were cool. Cheshire shared his chips and smoked, Short Man threatened to bite me a few times, and everyone played Freezepop and oh, how we all danced... even if the bathroom had a broken latch and you had to hook it to the door-jam.



My roommate's stinky friend leaves today! Hoorah! So does the child that has been polluting the Triple V room!


Life is good.
Did I mention that I found $50 dollars in the stairwell? No joke, the best night of my life.

I just added a friend, so I feel obligated to update my life so as not to leave her out of the loop...


Saturday was cool. VOX rox at the Kaya was lots of fun, I liked hearing Amy be the MC, and hearing about Vaginas was... kind of useless for me, but whatever. I liked the monologues, except the childbirth one, because let's face it, babies should all be thrown off of the roof when they happen. But hearing Margerate Cho's counterpoint made it all better.

If nothing else, the Vox Rox gave me time to work on my scarf and be a geek when Chelsea started talking about Mika.

After the concert was the party... but it was by many levels more low-key than any of the other parties held at the same locale. The wrestling was a frill, not the highlight of the evening, and I maintain that is because Amy and I chose not to partake. She left earlier. I cried a tear on the inside.

Of course there was drinking, and of course there was Sex Jenga, and of course I went home with a hickey and a bite-mark, both from Amy. I'm so sick of being celibate. everyone either left or went to bed around three- Maria to Kristen's room (surprise) and the gay boys to have an orgy on Jayme's floor; except for me, who decided to sleep on the floor of the living room with the straight boys for two reasons:

1 there were four gay men left by the end of the evening, none of whom were interested in me and none of them interesting to me.

2 I didn't trust myself moving up the stairs.

I did wake up in the middle of the night with a straight guy spooning me, though...

8:30 wake-up, for some reason feeling better at the point of conciousness than I had in weeks. Go figure. Reverse hangover. Chocolate pancakes, crappy Disney Channel programming, an awkward car-ride with Maria and Kristen, and then the return to the dorm, where my roommates were still sleeping.

Once he had woken up, my roommate commented on my hickey. He seemed dissapointed when I let it slip that it came from a girl, but perked up like a Jack Russel Terrier when I related several choice bits to Maria over the phone... I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was talking about a book I was reading, not my life.

I have finished my scarf, which is good, because there is now a windchill factor of
-30 or something ridiculous like that. Ricockulous even.