A Little Night Music -

Twelve days until I'm eighteen, whee! Gotta go out and do something. But just what that something is, I have no freaking clue. Anyway, yeah, I really should be getting ready for class. Don't want to, but I have to. Eh. I'd rather be back at last night. Went to Omega with Addie and a bunch of her friends, mostly from our floor here in good old Niagara. I left early though, because hey: 9:30 class with raging feminist teacher + insane hangover = nothing good. Absolutely nothing good can come of that. And aside from the fact that my stomach hurts a little, I don't feel any effect from the alcohol. The punch they had was goooood, though. What was in it besides red Kool-Aid, I have no idea, but still. It was fantabulous.

I realize now how pointless this entry actually is. But I don't care, because it's twenty after eight in the morning and all of you have the choice on whether or not to stop reading. Not my fault if you get bored solely because you didn't have the brains to stop reading beforehand.

You know, I think I'll shut up now.